I do not call myself a ‘traveller’ in any context as I do not feel any similarity to the bodies around me in hostel or in temple. I am foreign to my surroundings but not uncomfortable, infact that’s the only discomfort, how relaxed I actually am in the virginity stages of the unknown. The buildings not intact and the safety not up to scratch, but the sights and difference be startling. I have difficulty concentrating my mind to myself as planned, but in saying that I have discovered selfishness within. I want all and nothing, I want friends and loneliness, I want decisions and spontaneous, I want booze and to be clean. I won’t bore, the gist is evident enough. Meditation has caught my attention but I am unsure of its realism, I will continue until void. It is healthy to give space to feel forgotten, time is surreal and I have had no time to be moody or crude towards people’s opinions. I do not think of home much, only that I don’t quite miss it but I have personal rules to abide once there again and people to keep near by and learn more about. Please, don’t mistake this opinion of home as sickening, I see it as the place I will reflect properly and plan once again. I have found distance with songs one connected with. I still cease to be brainwashed into thinking love is existent but that doesn’t stop desire between people or places or happenings even. The belief that I’ve discovered lust towards this current adventure is evident though, or maybe my mind is turning to mushy shit.