after-travel thoughts
One day since coming back. Jet lagged. Indescribable sensation of weirdness. Need to remember this sensation, happening every time I come back from a far away vacation. New sensation each time renewed, each time forgotten, each indescribable. Is it the jet lag, the travels, a combination of both, all the things seen, the movement of what was seen and thought? One day there might be ways to capture that moment/feeling. It must be somehow an opposite to a routine, but can it be part of one, one day?
I realize those vacations were mostly made of real times, no fiction : walking, seeing, talking, no reading, no movies, no tv. What does it have to do with my sensations? I guess it complements them, the need for fiction is just one of the main part of this weirdness, along with the remembrance of all the things we did and saw. There's definitely something personal in going to places that other tourists go to, doing a touristic trip in a personal way.
Cotton feeling, being on a cotton ball, with too many invisible bricks in the head. Bricks going away, but something from them must remain.
I realize those vacations were mostly made of real times, no fiction : walking, seeing, talking, no reading, no movies, no tv. What does it have to do with my sensations? I guess it complements them, the need for fiction is just one of the main part of this weirdness, along with the remembrance of all the things we did and saw. There's definitely something personal in going to places that other tourists go to, doing a touristic trip in a personal way.
Cotton feeling, being on a cotton ball, with too many invisible bricks in the head. Bricks going away, but something from them must remain.