Pieces of Here

I did something stupid and it will cost a majority of the money I've been saving for traveling. It feels like a great theft, but more personal. This was a holiday that was taken from me, not some replaceable possession. Although optimism suggests otherwise.

There's something about the view of nature that is so perverted by the sound of traffic in the distance. It's uncomfortable. This week I am going to look at camping equipment. I am going to find some place far away, where the memory of roaring engines is suspended. I hope to find peace there.

And forget the pieces of here.