Saturday, June 24, 2006

yo quiero cuba

God I miss a complicated way.
Sitting here, feeling idle and out of I left a piece of home behind.
red flowers, purple thorns

Words taken from the Cuba pages...
I'm sitting on my bed with the warm Havana air playing on my face, cooling the sweat of the day...I've yearned for this touch; sensual and nostalgic. I have to record that I'm here and it's fucking mind-blowing. I need a record of this feeling, because feelings can be so transient, flitting in and out of existence. This sensation of aliveness is so powerful. I've always wanted to travel 'somewhere distant', and now that I'm here, I feel both relief, and restlessness. And my realization is that running off to 'somewhere distant' does not cure only makes it more poignant. Because it is constantly transformed, where you are and where you wish you could be. The idea of home can even become an escape from the place you came to escape from home. The only lesson I can take from these crazy thoughts is that this journey will not cure me of my need to be in perpetual leaving, rather it will only make it stronger.

laundry light
tropical beautyclassic car shot
dusk on the malecon
touristy consumption

In retrospect...all I felt then holds true to this moment