blah blah blah I took a trip and you can read all about it here.

March 10

There is a strange event that happens when you’re riding a subway train and you look out the window into a train going the other direction. The seats, all identically laid out in the same repeating patterns, all blend together. It’s a blurred image, but one that looks permanent. It’s really easy to lose yourself in such a moment.

As we sat in a pub across from the giant British Museum, I asked Zach why he thought it was that seemgingly healthy marriages sometimes fall apart. The conversation had been all about different friendships or relationships or whatever it may be that we had witnessed sour when they looked like they should have been strong for years. It wasn’t necessarily that we were trying to talk about collapsed marriages, but eventually that’s just where we landed.
Continue reading “Caravan”

Yeah you know by now that I went to the UK and wrote about it. That’s cool. Here’s the next post in the series and if you wanna start over you can go here.

March 9

I sometimes play a game in my head entitled “Can I Touch That?” where I try to guess, entirely in my mind, whether I could touch a nearby object.

Maybe it’s something that’s fairly tall and I wonder if I could jump that high. Maybe it’s something that looks dangerous and I wonder if it would kill me. Either way, many times when I’m out in public and I’m zoning out, I’m actually playing Can I Touch That? in my head. And it makes me wonder if I need to go to therapy. Continue reading “Once In A Lifetime (Same As It Ever Was)”

I took a trip to the United Kingdom to watch some soccer. Then all our plans got messed up about two weeks before we went and we had to change the soccer we were watching. Either way, it was a good trip and I wrote a lot of stuff down in a running diary and I’m sharing. The start of the trip is here. Also I took parts of this and turned into the post “Brighton Is For (Soccer) Lovers” at AGSH.

March 8

“Well, if we walk far enough this way, we’ll get to the beach.”

This was the statement my traveling companion Zach made when we stepped out of the train station in Brighton. Zach is a planning type of person, who wants to make sure that everything happens the way it is supposed to. This day, though, was resigned to admitting that our plans were pretty much shot and this would be a day of shrugging and seeing where the road led. Continue reading “Girls Chase Boys”

Last week, I was in some other country somewhere. Wild, right? I kept a running diary of how things were going and my thoughts and whatnot, and I liked it enough to want to share. This is the second day, and the first day is here.

March 7

I want to spend my birthday in bed. I don’t care that I just landed in another country. I just want to sleep forever.

My birthday started somewhere over the ocean, but with time zone changes and everything I’m a little unsure when it actually happened. I guess it truly started when we finally landed in Manchester. We weren’t supposed to be in Manchester. We were supposed to fly to London, but delayed flights meant rescheduling and rerouting and somehow we ended up in Manchester. I don’t know anything about this city other than the fact it houses two soccer clubs I hate and that the only likeable character in Downton Abbey was from here, but they killed him. That show sucks. Continue reading “Sleep Forever”

I just took a trip to the UK, which as it turns out is not just a school in Lexington with the most disgusting fanbase in college basketball. I wrote down my thoughts each day, and the thought progression ended up being pretty cool. So I’m going to share it.

March 6

Airports can be very strange, isolating places, but to me they seem very familiar. Everything about them is this funny little culture to me. The people gathered in one place with no connection with each other except the fact that they are trying to get to somewhere else. We’re all trying to get somewhere else. We have to get somewhere. Continue reading “Behind Blue Eyes”