August 27, 2004
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I’m starting fresh. I’m newly born. I’m starting to read again, to escape into different realities. Just bought “Lonesome Traveler” by Jack Kerouac. He’ll give me advice and keep me company. The hardest parts of life are when you’re in between things, like floating between the next bar on a trapeze act. I hate floating. I’m homesick for traveling. I’m mentally prepared to shed a bit of my own culture, to accept poverty, to accept floating about. I’m no longer thinking past the next 2 months. i’ll push on w/ the book, but after that, i may just go on holiday.
it’s weird, writing a book is a full-time unpaid job. it’s not recognized as work, but my mind has been churning for nearly a year now. soon, it will be over. soon, i will be on a mental holiday, free to breathe the air of the day without needing to concentrate on anything. people are free to be anything they want, and to be free to be nobody at the same time. and i’m loooking forward to sitting on a beach in cali, that’s when i’ll know i’ve made it.
Comments (3)
we never settle.. therefore die floating.. its good to float. its hard. but that’s when you know you’re existing. and the beaches in cali might be dirty.. but i must say they save sanities. i suggest matador beach in malibu. keep on truckin.
“writing a book is a full-time unpaid job” indeed. but you’re at the right moment in life. go float, drift, write.
dan – this is the time to try something crazy. go for it!