Dreaming and screaming

My silence was weighing a little, so I decided to give my thoughts some elbow-room, finally

This bubble here is quite high-pressured, in Duino land. I'm somehow feeling a lot better now, despite the workload. It might be the longer daylight hours, the prospect of change. Maybe even a general improvement of the psychological aura of the place, but definitely a feeling of being on the up.

I'm on my way out. I don't know where, but I'm off. I'm very self-conscious writing about this right now, because I'm aware of colleagues, friends and students reading this, and I don't want to give off the wrong vibes.

I have a fantasy about getting a motorbike and spending the next few months on the road, travelling about Europe to see where the wind takes me. Although I also would like to get out of Europe for a while.

I love many things about this continent, but it's starting to get to me as well. We are so stuck in our little ways, so obsessed about petty comforts and dreams of success that we lose sight of a great mant things. Perhaps things which in other parts of the world, people still value. I don't know, given that I haven't been out of Europe for longer than 6 weeks at a time (and even then, it was to go to the USA).

So if you have suggestions as to what a young male English teacher should do to keep exploring, developing, and enjoying the world, let me know where you think I should go.

I would like to try some travel writing as well. To write while on the road, munching on a well-earned sandwich in a lay-by. Sleeping rough in a tent on a deserted plain with nothing but mountains and bushes surrounding me.

Writing has so much more sigificance this way. Snatched moments of lucidity amidst the confusion of everyday existence.

Are you with me?

David