On Baton Rouge...
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Soon endeth this week-long courtship of my previous self. What's most astounding about my holiday is the realization that this excessive lifestyle was once my normal state of being. I feel like a forgotten fog has re-descended on my counsciousness.
Strangely, I find myself wondering if this trip to the BR will be my last, or at least the last for many years. After all, Cakes and Sam are graduating soon, and Jay is moving to northern California. My pool of Louisiana friends is quickly running dry.
I've recently felt inspired to do some writing. Perhaps it's Sam's bookshelf--oh, how it teems with the cannonized fame of fine literature. Hopefully, I'll one day share their limelight.
I suppose that the hardest part about visiting is the fact that I'm just visiting. Come tomorrow afternoon, I'll be gone gone gone. It's as if I'm dreaming: pleasant for the time being, but certainly fleeting, impermanent.
A wise man once said, "You can never go home."
Soon endeth this week-long courtship of my previous self. What's most astounding about my holiday is the realization that this excessive lifestyle was once my normal state of being. I feel like a forgotten fog has re-descended on my counsciousness.
Strangely, I find myself wondering if this trip to the BR will be my last, or at least the last for many years. After all, Cakes and Sam are graduating soon, and Jay is moving to northern California. My pool of Louisiana friends is quickly running dry.
I've recently felt inspired to do some writing. Perhaps it's Sam's bookshelf--oh, how it teems with the cannonized fame of fine literature. Hopefully, I'll one day share their limelight.
I suppose that the hardest part about visiting is the fact that I'm just visiting. Come tomorrow afternoon, I'll be gone gone gone. It's as if I'm dreaming: pleasant for the time being, but certainly fleeting, impermanent.
A wise man once said, "You can never go home."