It’s a strange thing starting over. I haven’t been outside of Canada very long, but it feels as though it’s been months. This, I think is mostly due to the incredible amount of information being driven through my retinas and other sensory holes with such fervor.
As to reiterate the problems I’ve been having in my last post, ‘Time’ might mean a height of the sun in the sky (or in the universe) at an agreed upon point, or it could mean the maximum amount of thoughts one might cram in to a given duration or period. Either way, it feels like I’ve been out of my element for a lot longer than what I’m used to.
It’s odd that I am constantly feeling like I’m forgetting something, or that I should have bought more groceries, or every four hours feeling as though I should take the non-existent dogs for a walk. Isn’t it strange that the hardest part of being in a country where you can’t understand any of its residents, is how empty and quiet your own private space feels?
I miss my dogs and my girlfriend.
lol oh aaron!…just for my own peace of mind could you please define the term “sensory hole”