The Travel Trip

This movement back and forth between coasts has become a rare pleasure for me, where the circles that were inspiring me to consider chaos as a vocational interest started to come together.  They came together in magnificent ways, as they typically would, because this was the beginning of another world.  It was somewhere after the creation of the fourth world, and at the point where we all started to finally worry about the fifth.  It was about time we started to take them seriously, and whether or not the dwarves that lived under the earth would come to occupy the same rooms, and hold their meetings there, was still up for questions, but it was on the verge of a new spinning, that much was certain.

For me, cheap hotels in New York City also remind me of the smell of almonds, and that’s just enough reason to recommend returning again and again.  This visit was to find out what happened to the Date Palm Cafe, because this is where we had met.  I didn’t know it at the time, and she didn’t understand that it was important, so we just lapped each other in the way the people do when they are slightly conscious.  It was, all in all, a good time in life for both of us because we were so fixated on how we were falling off of all the things that we could count on.

This would continue for more than a few years, and they were never pointless, but never made enough sense until we were sitting in each other’s company again and talking about the Date Shake that had come between us.  It doesn’t matter if, by the end of the day, the shake was forgotten, and even ignored, and even scorned in some respects, because that, too, feeds the earth, and that too, opens up a window in the world that remembers us.  The dwarves get to drink, and they can decide whether or not those things on the surface are still worth keeping when they come.

Posted on February 2nd, 2010 by admin
Filed under: Travel