The other day I went to a park with a friend and talked about community. Hazards, the lack and presence of community. For the first time in six years I am without a sense of community. It’s unpleasant.
The presence of strong devotion was holding a space open for a while and now with that wagon rolling past me, the isolation sits closer. I want to get back on that wagon, yet I don’t know how to pull myself up and seem stuck tangled in a harness that’s dragging me across the ground. Anyway, I gave them a book about travel.
I also had a bottle of olive oil break in my van so that was a gigantic pain in the ass to clean up. Lesson learned to use glass containers carefully.
I also turned 24, made some barbecue sauce. Got a new tattoo. Went to a park at 11pm and looked at a field in the dark.
I am wondering if I’ll find something when I’m traveling. I want to see what it feels like to be alone in a desert. I wonder if being there, or being anywhere, will breathe some life.