I mean I have crippling debt and no real source of income, but right now I’m full from a veal dinner and the evening’s chocolate caramel torte. But this is something that won’t last, next week I’ll be back home in a subsidized student housing unit eating lentils and quinoa and kale. Everything seemingly applicable to one moment gets refuted in the next.
Life is a diversity of experiences. Every time I enter a room, it’s a roll of the dice. I’ll mold to the moment. See where the next door takes me. Into an anarchist house party or a catered dinner for Uruguayan diplomats. It reminds me of all those old experiments in Andalucia with Cacequismo. The philosophy in contemporary partying, which rejects making plans via drinking a bottle of Cacique rum and seeing where the night takes you. But now I’m an adult who doesn’t need teenage philosophies to rule my life. And even though I don’t drink the same volume that framework, extreme flexibility, still remains relevant to my life. And even though I don’t have a full-time job or any idea what I’m doing when I get back from this extravagant trip, I do not have anxiety, because I know that something will work out. It always has.7 months ago • 9 notes