"when freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free"
for those of you who havent heard, those of you who give a fuck, i'm running away soon.
shortly after i turn 28 on the 10th, i will be leaving via greyhound at least for starters, in a heroic attempt to find whatever is missing in my life, that i havent managed to find in upstate ny in my almost 3 decades of searching. the planning part of the trip isn't entirely filled up yet, and i'm not actually really planning that much anyway, but...i AM looking for places to stay, and places to go...potentially anywhere they are offered. so if you have ever had a desire to have coffee with me and experience who i am as more than some lame electronic rambler, now is your chance. i have a hnadful of destinations i definately am going in the month or so after i first leave, but i am looking for others places/people to fill in the gaps of my travels.
so i guess, in a way, now is your chance to prove that the internet isn't bullshit. that you're not a coward. that you're not just a fake friend collector. that you actually are intereted in the people on your friendslist as human beings.
i don't know where i'm going, what i'm looking for, how quickly my money will run out, what mental state i will be in when it does, if that will even matter. i'm up for squatting, opping trains, communal living, learning anything anyone can teach me, drawing strangers, working doing basically any labor in exchange for places to stay, human interaction that takes place in real life and will have meaning, will be worth remembering one day, unlike anything ever experienced on the internet.
perhaps that's a lot to ask of people, but i'm asking anyway. because asking doesn't hurt anyone.
i'm leaving oswego and syracuse in about 3 weeks. leaving family and friends behind for the greater good of my own sanity for the first time in my life, possibly at the cost of my survival, of my increasing debt, and it's epic and overwhelming and i'm crying inside every day knowing that the moment i leave something horrible is probably going to fucking happen like my grandmother is going to die or something and i'll be broke on the other side of the country, but i'm leaving anyway. becaue without passion in your life, your soul dies. becaue you cna only look at the same scenery for so long and live the same types of experiences, before yoru brain begins to eat itself. i don't know where i'm going, i only know that i must leave.
so i'm inviting you, daring you, begging you...anyone, everyone...to inspire me, to help me, to wake me up, to give me a place to sleep, to spend a few short hours with a stranger/a potential friend/ an old loved one you never get to see...and talk about all the things that keep you up at night. let all your hopes and dreams be released for once in a conversation so that someone out there in the world knows who you are. knows that you ever even existed, as anything that wasn't made up of ones and zeros. because one day, that may be all that is left of us...
from the 3rd chamber of my mentruating fucking heart,
paul clark jones jr.
shortly after i turn 28 on the 10th, i will be leaving via greyhound at least for starters, in a heroic attempt to find whatever is missing in my life, that i havent managed to find in upstate ny in my almost 3 decades of searching. the planning part of the trip isn't entirely filled up yet, and i'm not actually really planning that much anyway, but...i AM looking for places to stay, and places to go...potentially anywhere they are offered. so if you have ever had a desire to have coffee with me and experience who i am as more than some lame electronic rambler, now is your chance. i have a hnadful of destinations i definately am going in the month or so after i first leave, but i am looking for others places/people to fill in the gaps of my travels.
so i guess, in a way, now is your chance to prove that the internet isn't bullshit. that you're not a coward. that you're not just a fake friend collector. that you actually are intereted in the people on your friendslist as human beings.
i don't know where i'm going, what i'm looking for, how quickly my money will run out, what mental state i will be in when it does, if that will even matter. i'm up for squatting, opping trains, communal living, learning anything anyone can teach me, drawing strangers, working doing basically any labor in exchange for places to stay, human interaction that takes place in real life and will have meaning, will be worth remembering one day, unlike anything ever experienced on the internet.
perhaps that's a lot to ask of people, but i'm asking anyway. because asking doesn't hurt anyone.
i'm leaving oswego and syracuse in about 3 weeks. leaving family and friends behind for the greater good of my own sanity for the first time in my life, possibly at the cost of my survival, of my increasing debt, and it's epic and overwhelming and i'm crying inside every day knowing that the moment i leave something horrible is probably going to fucking happen like my grandmother is going to die or something and i'll be broke on the other side of the country, but i'm leaving anyway. becaue without passion in your life, your soul dies. becaue you cna only look at the same scenery for so long and live the same types of experiences, before yoru brain begins to eat itself. i don't know where i'm going, i only know that i must leave.
so i'm inviting you, daring you, begging you...anyone, everyone...to inspire me, to help me, to wake me up, to give me a place to sleep, to spend a few short hours with a stranger/a potential friend/ an old loved one you never get to see...and talk about all the things that keep you up at night. let all your hopes and dreams be released for once in a conversation so that someone out there in the world knows who you are. knows that you ever even existed, as anything that wasn't made up of ones and zeros. because one day, that may be all that is left of us...
from the 3rd chamber of my mentruating fucking heart,
paul clark jones jr.