It's dark, but I can see the outline of cypress trees in the early morning mist. It's 5:30am, and we're on the road: twisting and turning our way through Italy. It's been hours since we last stopped to rest, and I'm feeling restless. The thoughts of a gruesome death in a vehicular accident won't leave my mind. Being crushed, enveloped in a burst of flames, and slowly bleeding out play like a film in my mind every time we take a sharp turn. Morbid, I know, but I think if you're not worrying about such things that you aren't really living. Stress and worry are a part of human nature, the need to flight or flight to survive, as well as questioning if you're really on this road, and are you sure it's not all a dream, or if this reality is real or not.
Note to self: don't watch videos about philosophical topics while on the road, too much time to contemplate like Descartes and question Socrates' cave theory. Just enjoy the sunrise.
Enjoy the cypress trees common to Tuscany, enjoy the hues of blue and orange and yellow and try not to overthink. No thoughts of gruesome deaths, or philosophy, or how your eyebrows were ruined yesterday and how you want to choke the waxer to death. Listen to popular music that you can't help but enjoy even if it is mainstream, it's a science after all, they know how to get you with their catchy beats and repetitive chorus. Scam artists.
Enjoy the detour through Florence, the sights, the rising sun. The clouds are voluminous and awash with pinks and yellows. It's lovely in the early hours of the day, a sign of good things to come.
Self awareness is the worst part of being an artist.
Note to self: don't watch videos about philosophical topics while on the road, too much time to contemplate like Descartes and question Socrates' cave theory. Just enjoy the sunrise.
Enjoy the cypress trees common to Tuscany, enjoy the hues of blue and orange and yellow and try not to overthink. No thoughts of gruesome deaths, or philosophy, or how your eyebrows were ruined yesterday and how you want to choke the waxer to death. Listen to popular music that you can't help but enjoy even if it is mainstream, it's a science after all, they know how to get you with their catchy beats and repetitive chorus. Scam artists.
Enjoy the detour through Florence, the sights, the rising sun. The clouds are voluminous and awash with pinks and yellows. It's lovely in the early hours of the day, a sign of good things to come.
Self awareness is the worst part of being an artist.
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