Coping hagen hon

I collected the belongings of my totaled car today. Feeling like the end of a relationship. I had deodorant, laundry detergent, a screwdriver, spare change, boxing gloves and luckily my title. Its fair to say I felt like an eclectic mess, ready to beg my car to take me back. Are you sure we can't work things out? I will even wear deodorant this time. Attachment issues continue.

Goodbye my sturdy little surfer. I am sorry it had to end so abruptly.

 

Deertick has a new album out, Negativity, with songs like Dreams in the ditch. They are so talented, I got to see them live in Baltimore a few nights ago. The lead singer is mega.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RHh5YipM4o

 

 

This is city café, in my old neighborhood in Baltimore, where I used to go to write down my fury. Decade sure does fly by and Baltimore still haunts me.

 

Lately I have really been wondering about this compulsion to keep moving, to keep busy to keep collecting-I think in Buddhist thinking its also called loneliness. One of its variations or incarnations.  Nomadism is starting to drive me a little mad. Or maybe its the other way around.

Baltimore Cathedral

 

I am thinking about the pain that causes one to go down a new path. Coping or not coping as the case may be. Thinking about all the choices I have made throughout my life. Maryland, DC gives me some energy to see where I have come from. Some of my dreams are in the ditch, some have come to pass, but I'm still dreaming. Copenhagen here I come.