Travel log 85.6/98
I'm looking back. Peeping through the hole I just passed my body through.
I can still see 6th street and the apartment complex across. In a blur
though. The deafening noise of adjacent worlds rubbing against one another
was replaced by a deep quietude. A whispery wind is blowing constantly.
I am in the Sunset/Sunrise.
It is a major leap of faith following the trail of my imagination. I
look through the hole and I see the familiar world I just left. What
it has in store for me I put on hold. I turn my head looking into the
vastness of the Sunset/Sunrise and I see a magnificent desert terrain.
What future it holds I do not know. Yet the wondrous sense of adventure
that has charged my spirit is unparalleled to anything I had experienced
before. Therefore, with no further delay I will follow the tracks of
the lost treasure. Once found, I will carry its brilliance over to light
up my mundane world.