Travel Journal #11

Everything seemed like it was flowing today. Traffic. Alcohol. Rain. My own body. Constant streams of matter and objects going from one place to another. Not letting anything stop it. I've found myself trying to stop words from flowing from my mouth and failing. I go for long periods holding it all in and then it all comes spilling out at the end of the day. I can't stop it; or even slow it down.

But I am getting organized now. Getting acclimated. Learning where to go and what to read and who to ask. Met a wonderful woman from NYU today. Her name was Lisa too. I was sad when she had to go schmooze with big people. I've actually met a few people who even listen to me and don't treat me like a piece of furniture. sometimes, they even come back to talk to me. That's always nice. And so it flows. From here to there, not knowing the exact path--only the destination.