the present is a fast talking street preacher
the past is a meandering prophet
the future, is a fast talkin' teenage street preacher destined to be a prophet
why not dwell in the past? it's safe there, how i choose it to be
sepia tones of a perfectly constructed diorama of memory and little regret
but the future is a soft focus filled with redemption and grace, how could I not live there?
it is the present that I fit around my hips, uncomfortably tight and constricting
it is the present that is uncertain, inflated with regret
Today I was thinking about Rome and my friend Dean who has just moved there. I then remembered that I haven't posted or told anybody about the travel blog, this travel blog.
It is within my nature to come up with a grandiose idea like, "I'm gonna do a travel blog and post everyday that I'm in Italy and it will lead to accolades and awards for it's wit and insight then I will be accoladed!", then not following through with it...it's the Ralph Kramden in me.
But, call it a sentimental journey, call it a longing for this beautiful place or call it a cure for my chronic procrastination but here I am publishing and sharing the trip.
I've expanded this idea of travel to the mundane everyday experiences as well, now I can't say that it will be a consistent influx of wisdom and laughter but who the hell knows?
So I'm gonna publish the posts from the Italian trip, then go from there I suppose.
