I have seen beautiful things, I have been to Europe, and back. I take photos. I do lots of things, but I always manage to travel alone. Maybe I was ment to be an oil spot in a gallon of water. I mean, there are worse spots to be in I guess. But every ship needs it’s harbor. I seem to be a ship in constant motion. I guess that is why road trips make me happy. I meet people and just pass by. My eyesite is entertained for a short while, between brief human contact of people at the truckstops, diners, and various places that travelers stop for a rest. For a few seconds I feel not alone when I see someone pass me by and I say hello.

I feel like I am dying physically and mentally. I know we only are here a short time when it comes to the span of the universe. The flesh and bones of our bodies are temporary. This world is a temporary few years. The food we eat and what we drink all becomes a temporary part of us.