The one asshole I can’t escape from? Myself!
Awhile back I began to notice this fascination in certain people with faraway exotic places. They rave, gush and drool whenever someone else mentions a place that they haven’t visited. I understand that it’s a temporary extraction from the everyday familiarities that can dull one’s senses. It’s something I think is basic and necessary to the core of existence. Then the conversation begins to steer towards something I hadn’t expected. I begin to get the…