And I Fly when I Walk Now

05.21.09 Chicago, IL: 11:39 pm. I just finished packing a bag with my clothes, camera and laptop. A second bag is packed with little more than my iPod and a few books: Black Spring by Henry Miller, The Complete Stories by Franz Kafka and Broken Summers by Henry Rollins. I will wake up too early tomorrow and be in Portland, OR by 12:00 pm. From the PDX airport I will take the train downtown and get right to walking the city. I am exhausted but anxious to leave. I won’t be sleeping much tonight. It won’t matter much tomorrow though. Tomorrow, everything before it will feel like a distant and hazy dream.

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