Leaving just to come back in again

Have you ever walked into a room confused, stepped back into where you came from, then turned around and came back into the room and spot what you came for, which you had missed and forgotten about the first time you had walked into the room?


Have you ever looked out into the ocean and counted the waves lapping at your feet and felt the freest you ever had only to go back home and open your fridge and see nothing and open your phone and see nothing and finish your beer and feel nothing?


Imagine a life without the internet to finish your thoughts and fill the myths you hear from countries far away such as giraffes and parrots and rhinoceros and drawing an animal you have never seen and will never see and which will be seen by thousands upon thousands who you will never meet?


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