mood: nostalgic
music: 'tamacun' by rodrigo y gabriela
somedays it's just easy to put on a pair of glasses and walk. because really, if you think about it, where can you not walk? places you don't really want to be in the first place, it seems. and with those glasses on, it feels like no one can really see me, which lets my mind run uninhibited.
days like today, i get obsessed over the concept of walking and how its meaning shifts with every step you have ever taken. walking to class is walking towards education, or, more often, obligation, and in some dire circumstances, masochism. sometimes i think what it means to walk into a different room, to walk outside, to walk on a treadmill, to walk on the moon, to walk into a wall, to walk into a glass wall, to walk off a cliff. there's always this interplay of choice and serendipity. legend and unimportance. future route and footsteps. and what the saying 'follow in his footsteps' really means.
whether i'm walking to get somewhere or nowhere at all, it's always saying something about me.
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