I'm just soooo fucking deep. Someone please punch me in the face
A friend of mine asked me: "I always hear about the books and coffee shop thing. Prauge can't be that much like the Fort, can it?"
One night I sat in front of a fire with a friend in the mountains. We sat listening to the wind roaring through the trees around us, eating steak in silence and staring into the flames. At that moment I looked up and stared into the sky and had an epiphany. That that moment around that fire suspended in that blackness, we could have been anywhere in the universe. In any place, any time.
That's what I'm talking about. For all the times I have come to Prague or any other place 'abroad' for that matter, that have somehow previously been defined as 'different' from Fort Collins, during this trip Prague does not. People here do not.
It leads one to recall, however, the old proverb, that "god is in the details"
One night I sat in front of a fire with a friend in the mountains. We sat listening to the wind roaring through the trees around us, eating steak in silence and staring into the flames. At that moment I looked up and stared into the sky and had an epiphany. That that moment around that fire suspended in that blackness, we could have been anywhere in the universe. In any place, any time.
That's what I'm talking about. For all the times I have come to Prague or any other place 'abroad' for that matter, that have somehow previously been defined as 'different' from Fort Collins, during this trip Prague does not. People here do not.
It leads one to recall, however, the old proverb, that "god is in the details"