A Maladjusted Jester

I wonder how long this has to last before you all get twitchy?

[He muses, a tiny bit snide. Sun aside, Break hates the winter. He's in a bit of a mood- and lashing out at the PCD feed seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time.]

I have a question, for anyone out there who's listening and is in the mood for a little thought.

What is your home? How do you define it?

[The PCD shows his little apartment is now all but empty. There's a small packed box, with foraged food, a few blankets and clothes. The entire contents of his life here fit into one little pile- Emily rests merrily on top. Her dress is becoming frayed, stained with dust. He'll have to take care of that soon.]

To what extent have you made this place your home, and if you have, what has helped you make that transition? If you have not, what holds you back?

I'll have lived here a year this Sunday.