I would be lying if I were to say that travel has been a panacea for all that I had found wrong with my life. I’m finding myself back in a familiar state of affairs. I can’t help but feel non-plussed and uninspired by life right now. New struggles, bad habits, distractions and mental fog, …
I often find myself traversing the liminal spaces and moments within life. The empty parking garages, the maintenance areas, the kitchens, closets, hallways and pantries of the “Developed” world. The strange silences and quiet emptiness aside from the soft whir of HVAC and the rush of fluid through plumbing. Miracles of modern engineering lurking behind …
I ask myself this constantly. What is the beginning? Did it begin at birth or my last death? Are we drawn kicking and screaming into this life, traumatized by the end of our previous one, or is each and every single birth and death unique to each soul? Are we continually reunited and subsequently torn …