Nine Years and Five Months Later

The so-called Temple of Diana in Nîmes, France.

I feel lost because I do not know where I am going.

Does that even make sense?

The Cheshire Puss would have me walk until I get somewhere. But getting somewhere doesn’t make me less lost.

I could play with this. Mix a little metaphor and philosophy; Conclude with a paradox. Pseudo intellectual bullshit that would please Alice when she is big or small.

Now, I have cornered myself. If I cannot play with the “wherever you go, there you are” then I will have to get real and stop wondering about the wandering. Deal with the where I am instead of avoiding it with a digression about destination.

“I am in wander land.”

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