The Constant Wanderer

I AM TIRED! It'’s 5am at home and 6pm here at Toyko. In another two hours I'’m going to hop on another plane to fly to Bangkok. From what I can tell, I'm either incredibly tired or incredibly awake. I'’m at the border between delirium and lucidity and don'’t know which side I am stepping into. For all I know none of this will make sense later, but heck who cares, I'’m in Toyko ...… no one understands me anyway.

One of the benefits of being stuck on a plane is that you have a lot of time to think. And a mind is a dangerous thing, you never want it to wander off too far into the deep end, especially when you'’re in delirium.

I thought about how awesome it would be if I could fly, how different life would be if I were far away from home again -– living another adventure, how sad it would be if my friends and family were taken away from me, how empty I would feel inside if I lived in a world where no one understands me. I wondered how life would like if I were on an episode of LOST along with the people on the plane with me. Think about how strange it would be to fight "“the others"” with a horde of Japanese people ...

Okay I'm definitely delirious and can'’t think straight. I need to go walk around and clear my head ...… I wish you were here with me.