Morgan City to New Orleans to Memphis to Oklahoma City

I drove seven hours through nothing today. Not the nothing of a desert because the desert nothing is still something. The landscape from Memphis to Oklahoma City gives no distraction at all. I cannot remember anything that would have made me taking a picture of or mention here. I was sitting with myself through Rufus Wainwright and a few TTC Podcasts for the first four hours and in the end only with myself and the silence. I felt perfectly calm, peaceful and happy. I watched the sunset and felt free of any bonds and a recurring thought came to my mind. My life. Mine. This mantra still works. It has something monumental, something you cannot overthrow.  I feel safe and at home within myself.  If my eyes hadn’t got tired I would have kept driving. I will. Tomorrow. I am sitting in a Studio 6 Motel and still bathing in this feeling.

In Memphis the other night I felt bored and sated. The hedonistic party culture has something repelling for me. It simply doesn’t make sense to me anymore. It is so empty and hollow and meaningless. The thought of ” lets get over with it” comes to my mind. I have the feeling that what everybody is trying to get over with is life. The fast forward button.  This was the last city destination and I was glad to leave, the major landscape wonders are lying ahead. I am excited.

The pictures are about New Orleans that I embraced. I had a very good time. I felt good. very. Thinking about it makes me smile. I won’t do the New Years Eve there again though. It was like a huge festival placed into the center of a historic city with plastic beer cups and an exhausting crowd. Not my style anymore. I am glad that I changed. Thank you for changing, my dear : )!