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| Current music: | beeps and boops and inane chatter |
long hot summer ahead
I live in a house with two of my parents, and one of my siblings.
The four of us are going to Munich this weekend, and I hope to find myself there. If I don't find myself in Munich, maybe I'll have better luck in Vienna, or somewhere around Lake Geneva.
I think that if I were myself, I would hide out somewhere in the middle of Europe. I just don't feel like myself lately, maybe I ran away, and what everyone else sees is just "an empty shell of a Luthy."
In 1999, during the week after I took LSD for the first time, my friends called me "an empty shell of a Luthy," and that phrase has stuck with me, it appears. I haven't taken drugs for a long time, so I guess I can't attibute my feelings of emptiness to that. I suppose I should have to figure out what is causing such odd feelings before I go and talk about them (it makes people uncomfortable to be told when another is confused and estranged), but it's too late for that now.
I sure hope to find some meaning this weekend. Munich, here I come.
the germans call it Munchen. haha. silly germans.
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