piski

I'm having these self-indulgent travel fantasies. I'd drive from state to state just to escape this sense of stagnation. I'd tour seedy motels, small-town diners, and cities that I've never really thought about or had any desire to visit. I want to see the desert again, and mountains, and thick trees. I'd like to be without plans or purpose.

Maybe I've been stuck in this tiny dorm room for too long. Or maybe I need to cut back on the Beat poetry.