I head uptown, towards the Prophet. Yoel beckons me, calling me towards his gallery. The mystic prophet calls me uptown, far from the comforts of downtown me. The rain continues to fall, holding my personality down. I feel lines forming on my face, hard ones. I see the man next to me in the diner, a hard life, with hard lines on his face. I see myself becoming that man. I sip my coffee and feel the caffeine running through my veins. I feel the energy boost, I feel a sharp "zap." How deep will the lines run in my face?
God, I have some questions...
About Me
- The Everyday Adventurer
- I can’t seem to find my way anywhere. I have systematically spun myself in circles. I’m tired of wearing this heavy backpack. I can’t find the Trailhead, but I do eventually stumble across the highway. My compass tells me that I need to head north. I pitch my thumb and start trying to hitch a ride. And I try for a while, with just about everyone driving by. I must look terrible, the backcountry having gotten the best of me. Finally, an old Hippie stops his jalopy and proceeds to drive me for several miles until my vehicle appears. Sitting right where I left it, only yesterday. Suddenly, I’m out of the Wilderness and back into the safety of my operating vehicle with a heater
Finding God in New York City
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