Its almost 6pm, I'm sitting in an engineering computer lab alone, blinds drawn, not that it matters anyway: it's dark outside and has been for over an hour. This weekend it rained, not trickles but buckets and fucking buckets, absolute shit. It's still raining and Im sitting here, having worked my ass off all day, but with a huge grin on my face.
The summer of '07 was big, nah Immense! A whirlwind of hedonism with such a plethora of fun that looking back upon it, I hardly believe it happened. Sonar, Malaysia, Hungary, Exit and Serbia, Thailand, Laos, Glastonbury, Cambodia, Hong Kong, Bali and Glade. Every one of those words floods my heart, my mind, with memories. Yet every beautiful recolection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth as I simply cannot imagine quite as spectacular a 4 months ever occuring again. I've racked my brain and decided the only thing that could live up to '07 would be Summer '08: Roadtrip USA.
It's gonna be huge. Ginormous. Ginormous x 10. Julian and myself, a slick ride (the hardest part), an open road leading out west and at the end of that, Burning Man, absolutely dreams festival in the desert. The grin on my face is from the contemplation of the endless possibilities, choices and most importantly adventures to be faced. Im grinning as I look at a map of a huge country, which I was born in but do not really know. I'm grinning because I have an inkling of whats probably gonna happen. Work the plan today, make tomorrow, and just remember your middle name is adventure.
Sunlight
In a fleeting moments you may open your eyes and realize,
That tomorrow must come, if you feel like this today,
Yet tomorrow seems so far out of reach, hidden like a supreme truth.
The metaphors of life engulfed within it's grasp
You strain for it, like Icarus as he soars upwards towards the sun,
You too will fall. You cannot be blessed by the rays of fire without being scorched and dropping to the earth like a burnt out coal,
How far you fall is up to you, you are the one who flies so high.
But do you really think you can reach the sun?
The sun choose when you are to reach it and not before.
I say you may fall down, but you aren't truly down until you refuse to get up.
Tomorrow the sun again will rise,
And you will be there as will I; To face it.
That tomorrow must come, if you feel like this today,
Yet tomorrow seems so far out of reach, hidden like a supreme truth.
The metaphors of life engulfed within it's grasp
You strain for it, like Icarus as he soars upwards towards the sun,
You too will fall. You cannot be blessed by the rays of fire without being scorched and dropping to the earth like a burnt out coal,
How far you fall is up to you, you are the one who flies so high.
But do you really think you can reach the sun?
The sun choose when you are to reach it and not before.
I say you may fall down, but you aren't truly down until you refuse to get up.
Tomorrow the sun again will rise,
And you will be there as will I; To face it.
Slumber
Sleep engulfs even the most wary minds as the lies of infinite darkness tease you with the likes of eternal rest. Trying not to believe the lies to ramble on, tense if your brief spates of awareness, but eventually giving in to the sublime taste of relief. Heads drop to the floor, respite has come, and the day has ended. Together hand in hand with your dreams you approach the naked truths of life in your travels through the infinite expanses of your very own mind.
Travel Culture Kids
I travel; a lot. It’s what I look forward to when I’m home, what I dream of when I sleep, and what I wish for when I am at work. Nowadays everyone I know wants to get away and hit the road, I call it TKC or travel kid culture. We live in the age where a return trip across europe might cost less than a hectic night out. An epoch in which everyone aged 18 to 23 wants to go ‘travelling’ through backpacker havens, such as Thailand and Australia; where foreigners mingle in hives of hedonism, forgetting the worries and stress of the ‘real world’ for an much realer world and the trivial stresses of being on the road. We pretend it’s dangerous; but it’s usually not. I am sure a lot less people are killed in Thailand each year than in the rougher parts of London. We think that we are toughing it, with oversized backpacks, hectic schedules, and constant changes of plan. Toughing it is the bouncer at my local pub, working two or three jobs to bring up his children in a healthy home. We think we are going on adventures, even though the road ahead has most likely already been blazed by countless travelers, as mind boggled as you at what they see.
We know all this, but I would lie to you if I said that I don’t get excited about travelling. So what keeps me going, what drives me to leave everything behind? That in itself is one reason; on the road you worry about tomorrow. Whether you have the resources, the energy, and the time to make it to the next stop. When the going gets tough, you still get going, and that feels good.
Then there is the unknown. You could plan everyday of your life, and not a single day would follow your plan. You could plan a trip, looking at every inch you travel, knowing exactly what is around the corner, and you will still be surprised by how different what you believed is to what you perceive. You will surprise yourself, and a day in which you surprise yourself my friend, is a good day.
So go away, leave home for the most adventurous trip you are willing to expose yourself to. Live life like it’s your last day, learn from your travels as though they were unending, and Love every minute of it. This is life, the one single life you get, and being on the road is a catalyst in your realisation that the world we journey through can be described with no words, this is, as good as it gets.
Get real they tell me, if only they knew how real this life gets
am a realist; burdened by the twisted truths of our planet, but that does not mean I wake everymorning with the weight of the world on my mind.
Realistically this world has to change; or we will face the consequences of our negligence as we watch the pedestal we have built our civilization upon crumble under the weight of abandon and disregard.
I know that will happen, rather I wonder where does that leave me? I enjoy my life but realise how unreasonable it is. Should I become a realist radical; a conservative activist? Or does this leave me somewhere in between, the constant grey area of mindless followers, except I am aware of the fact that I follow.
I haven’t yet figured out how I am going to help change the world, but I won’t let anyone tell me that I can’t. This world will change, because it must, to survive. I just want to be around to see that happen, and interpret the future, hopefully in a positive light. More than anything I would love a revolution of thought, at the forefront of a movement designed to appreciate and perpetuate the planet we live on.
I am so much more than a pragmatic revolutionary, or any sort of radical activist; I am more than a conservative trying to persevere with an unsustainable way of life.
I am a human being, living on this planet, our planet, as it has been entrusted to each and every one of us, equally, fairly, and jointly. I am a citizen of the earth, a comrade of this world just like each and every other person, and noone should have that altered.
I am a human being, a realist, and realistically unless we radically change the way we think; the way this world functions, I will be neither, and I refuse to let that happen.
Realistically this world has to change; or we will face the consequences of our negligence as we watch the pedestal we have built our civilization upon crumble under the weight of abandon and disregard.
I know that will happen, rather I wonder where does that leave me? I enjoy my life but realise how unreasonable it is. Should I become a realist radical; a conservative activist? Or does this leave me somewhere in between, the constant grey area of mindless followers, except I am aware of the fact that I follow.
I haven’t yet figured out how I am going to help change the world, but I won’t let anyone tell me that I can’t. This world will change, because it must, to survive. I just want to be around to see that happen, and interpret the future, hopefully in a positive light. More than anything I would love a revolution of thought, at the forefront of a movement designed to appreciate and perpetuate the planet we live on.
I am so much more than a pragmatic revolutionary, or any sort of radical activist; I am more than a conservative trying to persevere with an unsustainable way of life.
I am a human being, living on this planet, our planet, as it has been entrusted to each and every one of us, equally, fairly, and jointly. I am a citizen of the earth, a comrade of this world just like each and every other person, and noone should have that altered.
I am a human being, a realist, and realistically unless we radically change the way we think; the way this world functions, I will be neither, and I refuse to let that happen.
Lost in a single Moment
He was alone, lost in his thoughts of a million stars in the eyes that spread out before him. I know where I am, I'm here and now, but now is so temporary. As he thinks it, now disappears, replaced by forever as the sea of thoughts rolls forward.
He looks around. It's beautifully dark as it's lit only with the strokes of flame. Everyone is there, together, as one individual made of the many souls that moved with every shiver of the fire. It was beautiful, for that moment, that instant, in his world this was all there was. It filled him up and carried him entrusted in it's spell, towards the harrowing tomorrow. But, he was blinded to tomorrow, and yesterday he no longer knew. It didn't matter it had not been; it will not be seen. This was the instant, his spirits lift with every flicker of light. Was this nirvana, lost in the timelessness of forever. He did not know, he chose not to care, because for that instant framed forever in time, he was there.
The beauty of this life escapes me
It's something you cannot see,
As it floats before you,
Displayed to you is for it to choose,
He looks around. It's beautifully dark as it's lit only with the strokes of flame. Everyone is there, together, as one individual made of the many souls that moved with every shiver of the fire. It was beautiful, for that moment, that instant, in his world this was all there was. It filled him up and carried him entrusted in it's spell, towards the harrowing tomorrow. But, he was blinded to tomorrow, and yesterday he no longer knew. It didn't matter it had not been; it will not be seen. This was the instant, his spirits lift with every flicker of light. Was this nirvana, lost in the timelessness of forever. He did not know, he chose not to care, because for that instant framed forever in time, he was there.
The beauty of this life escapes me
It's something you cannot see,
As it floats before you,
Displayed to you is for it to choose,
Life of a Party
Eyes fly words flow, we go so slow, yet fast as we pass the last on the track,
Together we never felt better, but its so hot in here im not wearing a sweater,
Im almost wearing nothing cause I seem to know that when the beat drops we're all gonna explode,
Scream if you know what I mean, Keen? Yeah I know what Ive seen,
I can't believe it I need to believe it for this rant as I think back I simply can't
Laced on what and laced in rhymes, I see everything but I feel so blind,
It doesnt matter heres the drop, I'd listen to you but I cannot for the life of me stop the rock,
It comes and I feel numb, the drum kicks in does its thing and it raises me up like air under my wings, I wish everyone was here to dance like me, is this the true meaning of the word free,
Together hand in hand my mind feels dense, I can't even describe it anymore it's too intense.
This is the stuff made for gods there is no real use,
Nothing you do will let you touch the truth,
But your truth lies there just in reach, Just dance with me and feel the beat....
Together we never felt better, but its so hot in here im not wearing a sweater,
Im almost wearing nothing cause I seem to know that when the beat drops we're all gonna explode,
Scream if you know what I mean, Keen? Yeah I know what Ive seen,
I can't believe it I need to believe it for this rant as I think back I simply can't
Laced on what and laced in rhymes, I see everything but I feel so blind,
It doesnt matter heres the drop, I'd listen to you but I cannot for the life of me stop the rock,
It comes and I feel numb, the drum kicks in does its thing and it raises me up like air under my wings, I wish everyone was here to dance like me, is this the true meaning of the word free,
Together hand in hand my mind feels dense, I can't even describe it anymore it's too intense.
This is the stuff made for gods there is no real use,
Nothing you do will let you touch the truth,
But your truth lies there just in reach, Just dance with me and feel the beat....
Travels, without an end....
China, India, Guatemala, Japan, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, Easter Island, Honduras, Costa Rica, USA, Nepal, Belize, Nicaragua, Namibia, Turkey, Spain.....
working on picasaweb with my photos:
www.picasaweb.google.com/originaldmax
D-Max
P.S. Nora et Julien on a perdu vos addresse d'e-mail, svp contactez moi parce j'aimerait vous voirs quand je retour a paris....
working on picasaweb with my photos:
www.picasaweb.google.com/originaldmax
D-Max
P.S. Nora et Julien on a perdu vos addresse d'e-mail, svp contactez moi parce j'aimerait vous voirs quand je retour a paris....
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