March 11, 2011 § 14 Comments
jaipur, january 2011.
for someone who has no great love of travel, i sure do love my travel.
i also really, really miss it. i really, really do. why is it that funds, time and ideas never seem to come together? is this a pattern of things to come? i am presently spending evening-time hanging out at the railway tracks and flattening handfuls of gravel and my old 25 paise coins under train wheels. it cures my wanderlust a little and also, flattening coins under trains is addictive, have you tried it?
they say shady people hang out at the tracks. i haven’t seen any yet. either the shady people are home making better use of their time, or i am the shady person referred to. either way, i have decided to quit hanging shadily by the tracks because there is an insane family of goats that has taken up residence there. the mental picture composed of the sunset, the tracks and Your Philosophical Thoughts gets a lot less appealing when you factor in a family of freakishly hungry goats.
i will take my pride and my (so far) undamaged clothing elsewhere.
stupid things like internships and Work have caused my bonnies to go over the ocean. i am left all alone, a melancholic figure in a russian folktale, consoled only by the promise of karaoke, masala pasta and credit default swaps.
this really doesn’t deserve to be a post on my spandy new quality conscious (hah) blog, but since this is a perverse, perverse sort of day, i will be a perverse, perverse human bean and post this whine just to remind everybody of what this blog (and human bean) could be if she did not take good care to prevent it, so that you may appreciate her better.