The context and frequent use of the word "homeland" makes me uncomfortable; for good reason I think: Whose homeland is it? The word implies a separation, like "homeworld"; a place left behind, its inhabitants on the move, conquering other lands perhaps, or fleeing. A homeland is a place in your imagination, a place in your heart, a place you've left and can't return to. The word homeland strikes me as apocalyptic.
So there is something menacing and overwhelming happening in my Homeland. At first glance it all seems innocuous enough and not particularly sinister. But there's a senseless indifference to the destruction caused as it myopically hunts its own shadow. "Boppin" blindly and obnoxiously around, its hem is caught, like in an old cartoon, and its clothes are coming unraveled, revealing the rawness of a wound.
The Latin addendum "Obscurum per Obscurius" means "Explaining an obscurity by something still more obscure." I borrowed the phrase from a piece of spam mail I received:
"semialuminous and kettle-bottom the cake, the cherished cake, was gone. 'my only comfort,' dock spike she said biestings to levering knive obscurum per obscurius unchildlike."
Better than Philip K. Dick.