By winter, I found myself living for the first time in Washington, DC near its infamous 16th street parade of churches and embassies flanked by the stunning Rock Creek park. I feel that my time in the region has come full circle in a sense with the fulfillment of wanting to experience living in the heart of the District of Colombia. The human condition in DC seems more stark against the backdrop of the seat of empire and all its permutations. While here, I feel the density in most interactions and on every bus ride down its long corridors.