I
have a screaming bullshit detector when it comes to the art trip or the upper middle class trip. As Bill says I am a traitor to my class. I say, what class? I was never part of it. I escaped. When I ask R about her trip she can't say a word except good. When I ask others about their life they say they are too
busy to write. So I feel that I am ultimately the traveler even though I've never had a a passport. I stay home. I travel between my ears.
Monday, January 29, 2024
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment