Friday, February 8, 2008
West Texas
Just as Iceland had a lasting impact on my soul so too will West Texas take up a dark corner of me. I relived those childhood summer vacations; boredom so deep that nothing can reach it, not a new game, not an angry mother. Nothing but the end of the day. Thus I found myself rolling through West Texas - bored, bewildered, cranky. No amount of itunes, audible or NPR could save me. It just had to be gotten through and now that it has I will be stronger.
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It seems like Texas goes on forever. Now, you're out the other side. Surely some kind of rite. I'm glad you are over the boredom. New Orleans can't be far.
I'm a bit confused. How can a restful night in a concrete tepee be so quickly followed by such a low?
No, no the teepees came after West Texas. My mistake on placement within the blog. That said - isn't life full of restful moments followed by lows?
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