2 days ago
something about today, the present, seemed to lack substance, lack space. it suffocated with convenience and consumption. I yearned and longed for a different time, romanced the past and it’s simplicity, felt as though the stories were somehow richer, so I chased them. some of those words led me here; Miller, Kerouac, Steinbeck, authors I revered. the thing about chasing those stories, was it led me to appreciate what I found ugly about today, helped me to understand that’s all storytelling ever is. the ugly parts are the ones worth investigating, worth exploring, worth illuminating. nothing about the Sur is ugly, but it was up in those hills that I learned to embrace what was, from the words of a book by the same name.