Thursday, October 20, 2011
San Francisco
It is a rare moment when everything is silent on the bus, the engine is running in rhythm and no one is crying or asking me for things. The sun is setting over the bay as we head west back into the city. It is so calming and rhythmic that one forgets that they are traveling, that you are in motion, speeding through time and that anything you do will not change your path, we are all just travelers, seeing and experiencing.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
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Stopped at salt lake for injectors, doing laundry for cloth diapering and ec. Babies sleeping, spivey tacos, drank coke, feeling asleep and a little cabin fever, like the shining, lost faith in art, has reverted to craft or commodity but both are slaves to money and etc... Think I'll nurture my writing.
Leaving Utah
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Stopped at salt lake for injectors, doing laundry for cloth diapering and ec. Babies sleeping, spicy tacos, drank coke, feeling asleep and a little cabin fever, like the shining, lost faith in art, has reverted to craft or commodity but both are slaves to money and etc... Think I'll nurture my writing.
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