![]() |
|
![]() |
|||||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
||||||||||||
of the city you're going to, and it reminded me of so many feelings i've had in places not too disimilar. there is something intoxicating about things that are different, that are old and ancient and foreign. just the pictures reminded me of how being there (in places like that) make you breathe differently-- instead of oxygen you inhale inspiration. you asked me questions of asia, if i miss it and if the missing lessens with time and i tell you that it changes but does not lessen. i still remember their faces. i still remember the way the air smelt. i still remember the wonder of it all and the isolation that it sometimes brought. i am foreign here too. it is no longer exotic because it is familiar but i no longer loathe the familiar. there are worse places in the world to have to go. Post a comment in response: |
| © 2002-2008. Blurty Journal. All rights reserved. |