Grasping moments
Stuck in a film reel
glazed, looking through
opaque frames
broken glass, rearranged
without rose color
glazed over
seeing clear
like never before
Mentally, I'm quite good at separating myself from the world on the basis that I just have esoteric tastes. But it's just that I'm not hanging with the right crowd. This trip was the first time in a while I truly felt among like-minded peers. I feel changed by the whole experience, while what I now sometimes call "home" remains the same.There are still sirens late at night, rushhour traffic, and a level of tourism that discusts me. Finally given the opportunity to live entirely based on intuition, it seems even more shocking than before, the "first world". It feels as though I've started down a new rabbit hole. People aren't in your face asking if you want to buy their shitty crap, but advertisments here feel more intrusive on a deep subconscous level. The hussle bussle, individualistic, and apathertic attitudes have become more apparent. I've only scratch the surface of understanding what travel means and what it does to the soul.
