The road is shifting, no wait, that’s this nice tequila, no wait, it’s metaphysical angst, no wait, your imagery is too vague
Thursday, July 7th, 2011
Driving cars now; but also, flying on planes. I am circling both a planet and an ego, like regular normal peoples. I travel interstate, overseas, on my own compulsions, alone.
As if that fucking cliché about the traveler escaping themselves wasn’t silly enough, the novelty and irony jumps down your throat and disrupts the unusually palatable [...]