Jobs…so what is a job really? You know that time you were born and then eventually experienced consciousness as a little kid, the first moment at the kitchen table thinking, “hey, I am Brian; I am this person,” while touching your hand to your nose. Burning yourself on the stove, crawling around on the floor, feeling the carpet beneath you. Feeling the linoleum beneath you when you get in the kitchen. Sitting on the stairs. Childhood, when there was opportunity in adulthood. Now adulthood and in years past, I have found myself thinking about childhood at times, wondering what happened to everything. Gradually I’m shifting my beliefs back, constantly working on optimism and attracting more positive forces. A different kind of resiliency. Not concentrating on the vortex in my chest because there’s more to look forward to. My goal is…
Tag: couchsurfing
Berlin daydream
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Last night, with the help of my current host and illustrator friend Ditte Winkelman, I purchased a ticket to Berlin. Those of you who receive my frantic e-mails already know that I’m very hopeful about this move. Maybe one day…
lack of sleep, consequences and reform
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It’s 11:42 and I’m lying on the mattress in the room where Andrew and I are couchsurfing, physically and mentally worn out but having trouble resting. The constant otherworldly humidity coupled with the lack of sleep has finally caught up…