I woke up today with a knot in my stomach. Seeing as I have spent most of my life on the other side of the pond (heck I haven't even been back in six years now) I often associate my identity with Europe - but not.. quite. Maybe it is my lack of cynicism? A love of speaking to strangers in line at the post office? A hunger for creamy peanut butter? Nationalism is a peculiar and fabricated sentiment (read Benedict Anderson's Imagined Communities if you can) but nonetheless somewhere it lives in me. I refuse to believe that all things USA are ignorant and abrasive. No matter what the outcome of today's election will be. But please please please... well, you know. This photo was taken by @dennis_duijnhouwer on the eve of my move to San Francisco, one month before Obama got elected in ́08 (or twelve lifetimes ago.)