The Pointless

So, here you are again. Again. In a moment I will look back through to see if you can pinpoint the date last in this place in Barranco, but then again you know it close enough. Rum and Coke Friday last night turned ridiculous, which was probably inevitable at some point along this road. Whatever. It ends when it does. As the loan did - and you shouldn´t forget that congratulations are due for that.

So a new journey begins. Better that than uncertainty and indecisiveness and just feeling of ineptitude. Fuck. What are you going to do. At least with the new start will be new stories as well, and that me gusto. Mucho.

Amazing how the world turns. I remember the last time vividly, after that extraordinary opening salvo in SA, from Isla del Sol to the Inca trail to the last night in Lima with the randoms and that weird dude. And thinking enviously that it would be worth trying to orchestrate the life to live it in places like this. Maybe it is just the fact of being two years older (more likely it is on account of the additional places of the world witnessed) but it is funny to see these things with new eyes. And feel the opposite, in a way. Perhaps due to the company, but the conversations now bore me and I don´t know what I´m going to do about it. How funny the dancing of that blonde guy on the floor with the Peruvian, and how funny the desire for the threesome from the other, who are just lounging around the hostel today recovering, no doubt anticipating another night.

Does it mean London, and its pleasures? Or something in the middle of nowhere, that will probably leave you feeling just as empty... Alas is the word. I just don´t know... (Meanwhile, the crazy girl next door can´t remember her pin number and is worried about how to next extract money. Oh my. "What would you do in my situation?" Kill myself, probably.)

Turns out it is RLS´s birthday today. Maybe writing is a solution, if a partial one. You certainly have new fodder for the opening as a result of this, and perhaps if you focus you can parlay it into more.

Sweet life indeed, Yang, sweet life. I may have to join you in China just because, or otherwise I am going to have to figure out something. Regardless, it will be fun to just... bolt. What was that Twain line? "Light out".

Let´s.