Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Notes from my 33rd trip (São João)

Fuck. I traveled for a year and a half, ALONE, through Latin America. I don't know how the hell I was able to do that. When I think about it clearly, I actually spend a lot of time alone.

Remember your humanity.

Beneath all stories of the world, is a story about love

I am deserving of Flora's love. 

It makes a lot of sense that Flora and I are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend. It is because we are PARTNERS, deserving of a better title.

Jonathan Shaw is one of the most under-appreciated geniuses of our generation. 

A boxer is a representation of their people. They are all the emotions, all the work, all the struggle, embodied into one person, who fights. Realize, true fighters are always fighting for more than themselves.

The anger one has at the sight of the innocent being harmed. 

I am an innocent person. I know a lot of the shit that I talk about and live is intense, and you would think that it would harden me. To some extent it has, but at the core of it all, I am still very innocent. 

Flora is my path, and I am hers. I've chosen mine. But whether or not she chooses hers, that is a decision completely out of my hands.

I think so much.

Sometimes I don't know what to do with all these thoughts. I mean writing them down is like 10% of what I actually think, maybe 1% of what I feel. 

Brazil is like racist and not racist at the same time. That's fucking coo-coo for coca puffs. 

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