Monday, May 20, 2013

Existential Geographical

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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