Wednesday, June 6, 2007

How Did I Get Here?

I woke up this morning and David Byrne's prose was clanging in my skull, "How did I get here". I'm in a remote hilltop village in Provence where there's no coffee shop, no ATM, I have no way of getting around save for a hybrid 10 speed and when I do hop on this thing I roll up my jeans like I'm Ernie from My 3 Sons. Was I really just living in NYC for nearly the last 10 years of my life? I really don't know...

1 comment:

stone bologna said...

dude, what is this? We are trying to follow your trip and learn about what you are tasting and instead i feel like i am reading a paul bowles novel. enough with the contemplating your navel photos. what are you doing? What are you tasting? Who have you met? Are you really traveling around Europe tasting the best wines in the world, or are you secretly holed up with joey vetucci in the shed of the shorehoue?