May 26, 2013

The Tourist

The tourist can only be a passive bystander. The denizen becomes a part of the place. I remain the perpetual tourist less from my inherent gringo-ness than my inability to be touched, to allow myself to change. If you place a white stone in the red sea, what does it become? Wet.

When I returned from backpacking Europe, my ex, Jen, complained that I hadn't changed because of the experience. I have remained watching from the high walls, sometimes even to the point at which I am remote even from myself.

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Medium is the message

I moved the blog again. I deleted the Tumblr account and moved everything to Medium.com, a more writing-centric website. medium.com/@wende