I'm on an existential geographical bender
I stated.
"traveling uncontrollably?"
A friend asked.
I agreed, explaining it was In some attempt to get perspective on other things I can't control, or perhaps to ascertain just what I can control.
But it's not true. There is control. I wish I were traveling uncontrollably. Sinking, spinning, skyward or otherwise suddenly ending up anywhere for no known reason. And then again suddenly. I could die in the Congo or end up in bed with a maid in a condo.
Uncontrollably traveling and finally free.
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