Thursday, September 17, 2009
In 2002-3 I spent about 11 months traveling from my home in San Francisco to my parents home in NJ to Panama by car and then back to San Francisco, back to NJ, and finally home to San Francisco. I kept a journal. A journal that has memories, poems, drawings, quotes, thoughts, dreams, worlds... And I have lost it. As our departure date draws near, I long to read the words I wrote "the last time". I want to reread the poems that were inspiring me, re-create the mindset I had as I embarked on the "ultimate freedom", just remember. But the words are lost.