Funny you should mention it, I was just about to apply at my local post office. The sign on the door suggests that a Passport awaits within.
Mine had long expired, and somewhere in the document shredding, my husband had gotten rid of it. Time for a new one? One for him as well? Maybe.
We aren’t really going anywhere. It just seems like a good thing to have in these times.
A Passport promises not just escape from, but also escape to the different. It’s a key to admission, a path to other paths.