Lindsay Ricketts

i dont have the energy for a real blog… havent slept much in the past few nights at all due to delayed flight, and late night meandering about madrid and barcelona. my time in madrid is coming to an end. its been full of the interesting. tapas of soul food - tasters, not entire meals. there are people that have produced strange and new thoughts, but no one to deeply experience this part in madrid with. so much is left up to chance that theres no reason to fret.

throughout this trip a very potent thought has been: do not let future probabilities morph my present being. the whole idea of allowing nonexistent circumstances that have no actual reality, (despite how confincing my head makes it) be the rutter in my decisionmaking of a very real and alive present is actually absurd. it deserves to be something i sould consider, but not something that i act on. I go up these endless stairs everyday, and i find myself tired on the first set. i think, i am not tired yet. i might be soon, but when my legs start to actually hurt, only then can i truely feel tired. i have doubts and fears about learning spanish, planning the next part of the trip with rico, and going to live in LA, but all these are formed in the same way, and on the good days, which are most days here, I feel the inner peace ive tried to unconsciously strive for on this trip. man there is so much random tid bits to write about that i wish i had more time, although i know the length would prob be too intimidating anyways.

heres some quotes that i loved from the introduction of a book im reading…

everything is unique, nothing happens more than once in a lifetime. the physical pleasure which a certain women gave you at a certain moment, the exquisite dish which you ate on a certain day - you will never meet either again. nothing is repeated, and everything is unparalleled

- the Goncourt Brothers

… and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself.

- nietzche

they´re discussed in Yoga for People who Cant be Bothered to Do It. a collection of memories, of things that happened, or didnt happen, from a guy who travels over europe and asia, thinks, writes, smokes, moves. its fantastic. its written just like a trip. you experience something, and then leave it behind. it might tie into other parts, but it might not (just like the chapters).