Time seems to flow at different paces depending on where geographically one finds oneself. The cadence of life, the ever ebbing, constantly progressing rhythm of the world feels different in Jerusalem, New Orleans, Beverly Hills, and New York City. Upon returning to one's home, feelings of separation and disillusionment can become intensified. I suppose that is normal after a long absence from home. It also doesn't help to be have a debilitating injury which has persisted for a few weeks now. I feel as if I am hanging out, because I am, in a place which needs more than my time. It needs my sweat, my diligent attention and work. Planning seems to lose some of its meaning when there is no immediate action.
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