Time: The inevitable progression into the future with the passing of present events into the past.
Everything seems so consequential when I'm traveling. I guess I'm out of my element.
I learned a new word in Spain recently: cerrajero. Roughly translated as he who can open locked doors.
Time is very definitely being screwed with. It is a weird concept - the 5th dimension. Why is it that eleven hours in coach lasts forever while a pleasant couple of hours dozing in the sun goes by in the blink of an eye. Perception is a peculiarity.
Talk about powerlessness. Wipe the slate clean and start from scratch. There is nothing that is familiar - not going to a pharmacy or a grocery store, using a taxi, reading signs, using a washing machine. It's all new. It's all kind of work.
I was served coffee today at a lovely restaurant in a sunny square guarded with an old church standing guard by a man with long hair, in a skirt. He had a nice off-the-shoulder top on,. It was a large Catholic church. He was nice - not very nice but pretty nice.
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