You learn and learn what’s outside of you and it all leads you back to you.
Geography color taste conversation the laws and unkept laws of other countries beverages requested in another language cardboard collectors young sullen eyes graffitied propaganda platform sandals January heat unclimbed trees all sweeping back to the topic at the bar: What is life.
Argentine sushi overpriced red wine that’s not overpriced for the unjust gift of informal markets
Claim your own lostness
“Did you come here to denigrate yourself”
“You just denigrated yourself”
“What does denigrate mean” the third person asks at the bar table
And we both feel better, elevated in our self doubt
We all know bankers and politicians and priests don’t own the world. We do. And that’s what’s so terrible.