on my way back...

the question being thus:

can i return home ? will i be the same and will my life be the same? do i want it to be like it was before? with all that i´ve seen and shared and learned and smelled and eaten and loved.

going home then, will be an excercise in that activity of readjusting to the excess and banality of the american consumer culture. true that it is also very consumeristic and expensive to exist here iniceland, but there is a sense of non-class-ness, health awareness, energy conservation, and family ties that rise above positively hovering over any of the more noticable negative aspects.

i want to stay. i want to leave. i want to travel. i want to go home. i never want to return home ever again.

life is a series of events that seem to get more and more complex as the days pass through me. i hope that i can stay aware and adrift, because it´s too fun to be sleeping the days away. gotta get moving....

bay

big ups to my man petur for putting up with all my manias. good luck in the NYC.