Activity wards off melancholy like fire does a pack of wolves. Frame off the sides, add color to your trees that take so long to perfect. Attempting to find a sweet space between maniacal persistence and unhinged tomfoolery. This is an intense pursuit designed only for those willing to go mad. Do not anticipate discovery on this trek. You will find nothing that you do not already possess. Tirelessly toiling, lovingly. Consumed by a love so strong that it hurts to abandon.
Endurance?
Over time, inquisition comes to a boil. What could lay outside my industrious bungalow? I have everything I need here: mayhem and hot sandwiches. This case is not isolated, I merely aim to express my version. The question continues to burn: is contentment fear of the uncharted? Consideration has passed, decision has taken over. Combustible engines pump-bang along landmasses hunting for the greatest “who knows”.
PUMP-BANG!
Enclosed and comfortable but curious. Load up the luggage, lug over to Gate 7. Put a few beers away and watch a soccer game. Samoa versus Costa Rica. Airports are weird places, a sort of purgatory between two dimensions. Everyone going some place or coming from another, stopping only for inconveniences in the form of neck pillow purchases and electrical outlets. Maybe more than a few beers are needed.
Cheers!
Touch down in la la land once the edibles wear off and I can keep my eyes open. Hmmm, things smell funny. People look the same, babbling about the cost of living. What do they call gasoline here? I stand half heartedly, allowing the scene to rush back and forth. Strangers dart past in a hurry as if someone was relentlessly trying to sell them something. A Sham-Wow perhaps. Pink hair covered accents are reminiscent of tattered sidewalks on the home-front. My primate framework begins to buzz with anxious feelings of new.
Weary but buzzing nonetheless.
Laying in a foreign bed things seem similar, just a hair off. The sun appears to be missing a ray. I begin to question whether this exposure is wise. This lapse in creation is beginning to build a pressure within me that could burst a gas mane. My actions are frantic while I grasp for a twig of normalcy.
Blindsided by fear, I light a cigarette and take a walk.
Very strange. I did not expect such a feeling. Like a caged animal released into the wild, I begin to scribble. Indigestible ramblings of a troubled explorer. Minutes become hours which blend into days as I lumber reluctantly itching to be wow’d. Expecting some beast to jump out and rip me limb from limb or hand me a coffee.
Something!
No such thing would happen. Not to me or to anyone. Everything is just…different. Funny how we react to difference. Physical location and frame of mind alike. Motivated by a burning desire to understand how others cooperate. Imagining some exotic and glaring discrepancies, we undermine our similarities.
Also glaring.
Most surprising and painful is deviation from routine. That’s the whole reason I left my block in the first place! Shake things up, crack the seams. I was not prepared for resentment. Bushwhacked and caught off guard, acceptance overwhelms my fragile state. My fire is lit, I watch it spread.
Marvelous!
Thoughts of home rise to the surface while plumes of charcoal smoke taint the blue white majesty. Symphonic beauty begins to emerge from a once cacophonous crater. Far too jumbled to make sense of and worked like a lump of coal with diamond aspiration.
Maestro?
As it goes, we taste test as a bistro chef does his beurre blanc. Regulating movements to specificity, breaking stride for mistakes and experiments. Outcome should be of minor concern as every unknown moment shapes the next. This is not a cautionary excerpt but one of jovial curiosity met with reckless ambition.
Man circles his cage.
Sniffing…