It’s been sneaking it’s way back into my life. It’s been in here for a while, but it hasn’t really shown itself untill now. It’s not a thing, but a feeling – not a feeling, but a state.
I’m in a leaving state of mind.
Maybe you can tell how far into this state I am, by the length of my beard. The longer the beard – the more hopeless I am. Deep, deep within my traveling plans – my schemes for raking in enough cash to buy an old beaten up motorcycle – my drawings on a map of my route through the African desert…
A friend of mine just watched “Into the Wild”. I did too – before I left last time. Inspirational and kinda scary at the same time. She, my friend, said that the main character reminded her of someone she knew. Who might that be?
