It takes a guy approximately 24 hours to reconnect with reality after getting down from a plane. He shrugs off the scotch fueled headache complemented by the loud roaring of engines, the faces of beautiful girls he had just met that morning become more and more nondescript with each passing minute. He grimaces and goes home.
There are people to call, facebook messages to reply, emails to read and blogs to write. But nothing really compels him to do all that. He stares at the computer screen for hours, wondering why he was looking forward to coming home, wondering why he came home in the first place. The slow whirr of the airconditioner draws him to sleep.
He wakes up, puts on a shirt (white with Dylan’s “you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows” running down the middle) and walks out without closing the door. He bought the shirt because he thought the quote was Kant’s.
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Monday, October 20, 2008 at 3:45 pm
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