A bit silly. A bit crestfallen. Nothing new.
Tired. Very tired, as always.
As though I have a mountain of work and a long slog ahead of me, since of course I do.
I don’t know. Hard to say. I often still don’t know whether this is where I’m oughtta be or not. No Alaska. Didn’t stay in Chicago. Hated L.A. Didn’t see much interesting in Portland. Don’t belong in Salt Lake City. Here it’s not that I’m happy so much as that the days pass quickly and there’s nothing really pissing me off so it’s easy to get into a groove.
There’s gotta be someplace.
I don’t think it’s New York.
I don’t know how much longer I’m willing to travel around and look.
I don’t know how many more people I’m willing to talk to, dammit.
Stupid fucking modernity.