Heavy Metal Insomnia
I find myself, yet again, unable to sleep. Despite exhaustion, flashes of memories past surface and disperse with no respect for time. My id, scrubing through banks of detached emotion, searches.
Sigur Rós live; pure, undiluted, 200 proof joy.
Sky Harbor confirming an existential truth.
Penn Station, thousands of souls rushing towards destinations, at least one of them, unknown.
Why do these grainy, desaturated images stand out? For what purpose do I search? Is the answer within epiphany’s reach? What do I know that I don’t yet know? I know I’m right, but I don’t know why.
My ego is slacking.
WTF?
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I recently decided to quit my job and begin traveling around these 50 states. How long I’ll be gone and where I’ll end up are as much a mystery to me as you. I do know that I love metropolis so I’m going to hit the big cities. With no real plan I throw caution to the wind and figure out where I fit in the grand scheme of things. Here is where you’ll find my progress and triumphs both inane and magnificent.
Up and Gone 