Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Moving forward. Moving backward. Not moving. "Some rise, some fall, some climb to get to terrapin" I think of that time summers stuck. Choosing to not move and yet moving. Thinking and being and doing and yet not. It is not fair to say that nothing was gained, nothing was learned, that no progress occurred. It is like being asleep at the wheel perhaps. Driving along and making movement, lane changes, filling up for gas and the whole of the trip but yet just there instead of the full out Neil Cassady, driving on into the wild abyss of pleasure and life.