Did it even happen? I can’t remember. Six months on the trail and it seems like another life, another lifetime, where everything was meaningful. I’ve been back in the “real” world almost three months and the time drips away like water from a leaky pail. Emails. Screens. Screens. Emails. Twitter and youtube and all good things. I hate them. I want to throw my phone into the sea but I cannot, I am an addict.
My plan was to stay home and maybe take a walk. But I caved, and went to a party. It was relaxed, in my old neighborhood in Philly, with people I hadn’t seen in awhile. I pet a dog. We talked about Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain.