Well, back to real life, though it really feels much more artificial than the past month of being transient. Propped up by structure and responsibility, deadlines and expectations; but I think the wonderful freewheeling of travelling is only sustained by the mundane world.
How structure shapes me! Back in Cinci, in the room I spent my teenage years stewing in, how quickly my old habits and thoughts return! Back in Eugene, the same feelings hover about me; my room never seems to look clean, why is that? is this my life? is this my beautiful wife?
I'm starting to blog now because I need to write, I have a constant muse tickling me that when not expressed seems to foment into overzealous anti-emotionalism making me boorish and tightly-wound.
But it's late in the morning, oh blog, I shall be faithful to you!
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