backI hope you and boots are doing well. I am becoming restless here in Canad'er and am looking to take off. It seems to come in cycles and waves. Many urges pulling me in all directions; want to have kids and hug my girlfriend forever, want to move to the country and live simply, want to eat out in great restaurants 5x a week, want to screw everything I see, want to give butterfly kisses for hours to Isabelle, want to set off on an around the world jaunt and live off my wits for a year or two, go to journalism school, write a book, take up a new language, interview dying people, start up a B&B or a hostel with an alternative spin, learn how to cook well and healthily, be with my parents as their time is short, discover me as my time is short, kick some of my friends in the ass and tell them that their time is short, watch educational tv, discover Tantric sex, have an orgasm without being touched or touching myself, watch Law and Order, create a new language through poetry and prose, finally learn how to play a musical instrument, make a movie about growing up in Chateauguay, become an entrepreneur, work in anonymous middle-class management comfort for the rest of my life, become a world-class photographer, follow Marco Polo's route, understand the God, push my boundaries, philosophize, debate, rest, run.
Our plurality is the trip. The outcomes are boundless.