the trick
I seem to have frequently left the worse for what I'd hoped would be better.
I'm back in my America, the old room at my parents house, recovering from a nine hour time change.
The plan was hatched with the intention of securing a peaceful place to synchronize myself with the present, but instead I feel more fucked up than ever. Each morning I rise with the sun (literally, time zones are nothing to joke about), and spend the next several hours mentally listing everything I could do in a day, while physically getting nothing done so that I can dream myself into the future. For some reason I'm constantly washing dishes, and don't know about that either. I'm flirting with the repossession of old demons.
I'm back in my America, the old room at my parents house, recovering from a nine hour time change.
The plan was hatched with the intention of securing a peaceful place to synchronize myself with the present, but instead I feel more fucked up than ever. Each morning I rise with the sun (literally, time zones are nothing to joke about), and spend the next several hours mentally listing everything I could do in a day, while physically getting nothing done so that I can dream myself into the future. For some reason I'm constantly washing dishes, and don't know about that either. I'm flirting with the repossession of old demons.