My constant travel fantasy.
So, after an extended 2 week hiatus due to getting sick (now recovered…), and having to hunker down for car repairs and family requests, I am finally back on the road again.
I feel like a lizard that has dropped a very large, heavy tail… now free to scurry, and escape.
— Tom Waits (via talisman)
Did some driving today. Oh, Highway 1.
Society wants to put you in a box and charge you rent. Then it wants you to get a job, which you don’t really want, so you can pay the rent for the box that you’re never actually living in because you’re always off working.
But everyone needs a box, or so we’re told, to ward off chaos. Without boxes it’d be every man and woman for themselves; a cruel and brutish world exposed to the elements, where there are beasts that roam in the night. Civilization would collapse, famine would ensue, disease would spread. The streets would smell of death and feces.
All the bodies would be strewn about, putrefying. With none of them put in boxes.
— James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
I don’t think
about you much
I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.
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