Come On Now, I Hear You're Feeling Down
I need a mecca. A pilgramage if you will. Something I can aim for, shoot to, want. Anything really would do. In fact, the less actual importance my mecca has the better. While a journey is what I desire, it doesn't need to culminate per say. No "After the ages of hardship and toil I endured to get here, finally I enter Valhalla." No, what's in mind is more "Well hey, wannut that fun. Time to go home and repair."
Perhaps I shall find something suitable. Or perhaps not. Perhaps the act of finding and claiming would kill all suitability. Nor can I lounge and wait for places to come hither, though. So what to do, whatever to do?
Stumble around until then I suppose.
Brough to you by the divine inspiration of one Hunter S. Tompson, divine Dr. Gonzo, Raoul Duke or whomever he may have been.