Here’s something out of my sketchbook from the brief time spent travelling through the United States. I took a train from New York to Miami, then to Washington DC, Chicago, San Antonio, and into Los Angeles. The trip spanned three weeks and 21 states.
This was written in my hostel in Miami. Interestingly enough, I found that by the end of this page, a unique scene can turn a statement of mental incognizance into surprisingly insightful introspection.
Today thoughts fell through my mind, confused and disarrayed like the scattered pages of an unfinished manuscript at the foot of a sleeping author. A Parisian is dancing outside the window. His plaid hat and week-old beard highlight the smile of a man who knows exactly where he is at this moment in time.
I’m on the inside looking out, travelling between my second life and my third; with a whiskey hangover and a craving for something I can’t identify.
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