I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
There's nothing like a big dose of solitude to bring about an existential crisis.
So here I am, thousands of miles away from home, in a quiet hotel room in a quiet town, trying desperately to sleep but to no avail.
There are moments where I think "what the fuck have I done", brought on by, of all things, Southpark on Channel 37, and then there are moments of exhilaration, when I open the window to let in the bone-biting cold air to laugh, laugh, laugh my joy aloud.
Shitto.
Ah well. I am taking things one day at a time. Once this gig loses its appeal, I shall take off again! Being young and stupid is a blast. You should try it.
My apologies to friends and acquaintances I didn't say goodbye to. There seems to be a shortage of time these days for that. I am not going forever, and what is the use of goodbye if it's only for a while? To say goodbye is to evoke a sense of finality, and there is nothing final about me leaving. I shall be back, comrade, older, wiser and hopefully wealthier!
