If there’s such a thing, I have it. Feeling numbed by this locale — all slick tourist traps, stuffed bears, Native America novelty, and faux old English charm. My totemic self is having an identity crisis. Without structure, familiarity or moorings, adrift by the sea.
Sense of homelessness (something very different from the fact of homelessness) is as palpable and plentiful as the street folk scattered around here, wandering this wealthy garden paradise. The effect of transition, I suspect. Feels like I’ve been bumming around coffee shops for the last couple of months, here and in Montreal, looking for meaning I won’t find in a well-brewed cappuccino.
I need a new project — a “real” job — something more rooted than all this aimlessness. It’s all coming soon.
For now, caffeine will have to suffice as spiritual source…Magic beans, man…
May 21, 2008 at 6:30 pm |
You might have more luck with alcohol.
May 21, 2008 at 9:15 pm |
Indeed. That’s probably what led to the sense of aimlessness in the first place.
May 21, 2008 at 10:55 pm |
I have had the coffee shop blues more than once…And the jazz club blues as well as the Barnes and Nobles Blues…It shall pass…Maybe lay off those magic beans…You might grow a bean stalk…
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May 22, 2008 at 10:39 am |
Cute!
May 24, 2008 at 7:09 am |
Hey, enjoy it while you can…
May 24, 2008 at 9:03 am |
The coffee or the aimlessness?
May 27, 2008 at 12:57 am |
Both are only entertaining or desirable when you have something else to do.
May 27, 2008 at 10:02 am |
Too true…
May 29, 2008 at 5:48 pm |
A vacation…from your vacation?
May 29, 2008 at 8:25 pm |
Yeah, I’m spoiled.