Traveling always finally comes back to that point when you are heading home. Homeward bound! It’s a little bit happy and a little bit sad. You wanna get home but you don’t want the vacation to end. I can shed no light on this phenomenon of ambivalence. As Benedict said to the Prince, “Man is a giddy thing.” Who knows what motivates a man to do the things he does or feel the way he does. Well, I’ll leave the postulating to the philosophers and Shakespeare. I figure they might be onto something that I could never understand and that’s all there is to it. I’ll just write my pieces and hope to achieve a little humor and wisdom in the process. Experience begets a more patient, tolerant person. I may not be learning the lessons too well but a good blow job does wonders for one’s disposition. So I’ll head home and back to reality. Work awaits. That’s a thought I don’t readily greet. I must work harder at making things real on my own terms. That would be the ticket. Then I could make this leap whenever I wanted.
hopping the pond
training thru the continent
midieval towns
to simply return
a bland reality