The Shit Traveler's Deal With
When one uproots themselves from home and begins the tenacious life of a traveler they unknowingly give up one of the more comforting, serene, and habitual moments of our daily lives as human beings. By this I most certainly mean taking a shit or dropping the proverbial deuce in the comfort of a clean and familiar bathroom; preferably one's home.
When we take a shit in a place we find so comforting as our home, so familiar as our schools or our offices, or even as relatively familiar as somewhere in our own town there is a certain sense of security, of permissability, and even somewhat of cleanliness. However, contrary to these comforts of the mind, the shit of a traveler causes all sorts of demented questions and feelings to be raised.
The first obvious question a traveler asks themselves is "Where can I go?" The answer to this initial question profoundly determines the line of questioning that follows.......
When we take a shit in a place we find so comforting as our home, so familiar as our schools or our offices, or even as relatively familiar as somewhere in our own town there is a certain sense of security, of permissability, and even somewhat of cleanliness. However, contrary to these comforts of the mind, the shit of a traveler causes all sorts of demented questions and feelings to be raised.
The first obvious question a traveler asks themselves is "Where can I go?" The answer to this initial question profoundly determines the line of questioning that follows.......
2 comments:
wow...that's all i got to say...
was this picture taken before or after you went...? kind of important info to leave out now isn't it? -bro
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