Twitter: Stupid Mind in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

First; if you read one entry of mine today. PLEASE make it THIS one.

That being said… my mind is stupid right now. It wants me to do two things, and it wants me to do two things very badly. THING 1: Have a whiskey. It is all about that. Doing the great temptation dance, “There’s the opportunity for escape from this place. Drink to celebrate the opportunity.” And I think back NO. Because an opportunity is meaningless without movement. So if I drank today, it would not be The Drink of Old; it would remain The Drink of Now and I’d keep drinking until I reached a state of inebriation that would allow me to tolerate this place. THING 2: Write time travel entries. Whether about myself or the world, whether about fiction or factual… it keeps saying “explore the past, travel into the past with your mind. Pretend, for a moment, that you might be able to repair everything and remove those stains from history.”

Neither thing is good for me. Both things would merely act as temporary, unproductive escapes. I don’t need temporary nor do I need unproductive. I need an ACTUAL escape from here. And a desperate prayer that next time… wherever that is, whenever that is… that next time (might be the leap home) will be better.