Help 3/17/17

 "Help" the marks in the sidewalk say

"Will no one help today?"

-Golden Gate Ave + Hyde

Help your God-damn self

Is my initial response

But what about those

Who cannot help themselves?

I am reminded of a book by Shel Silverstein: The Giving Tree: the moral being: Give everything away and then there is nothing left for your own needs.

so many live in a state of bounty

-- a wasteful state of being.

No one has time for charity

Except those who are high on the sense of gratitude.

The good ones keep it to themselves

The bad ones are self righteous

It pains me I do not, cannot give more

As I walk by people I deplore

Their very existence in filth Is pitiful

But this perceived lack of empathy is callousness - callouses that formed as a result of overexposure. I see people in that state and the image reaches my soul. Physically I am pained. I want to cry but don't honestly have the time for that and when I help I get overcome by the futility of it all.

Aeropuerto Cancún. November 2016

Another beer at "Bubba Gump" Cancún aeropuerto

¡Qué lástima!

$4 for a bottle of water - what a fucking rip-off

Airports are disgusting, I'll say it again. Not just because of the germs but because of the overpriced bullshit.

I'm not surprised I'm spending a lot of money, having arrived at the airport four hours before my flight will even board.

This michelada is so spicy my throat burns but it is not unpleasant.

Why the fuck not, one more beer! My flight begins boarding in 15 min but I'll be nice and drunk to be cramped on the plane and maybe sleep a bit. Although i like this whole not napping thing.

I am a bit drunk and listening to "in a cloud” by moon duo through really nice headphones. Everywhere around me is chaotic - a "shit show".  People are loudly chattering and standing around impatiently. The best thing about vacations is knowing you have nowhere else to be.

Another cougher.. then two. And a crying child. I love having the ability (I seek it) to be able to remove myself from the chaos around me.

There is a guy maybe 50 ft in front of me who is tan but also sunburnt. Their time in this place was so different from mine. 

Oaxaca. November 2016

Airports are gross places

A guy just sneezed at the table behind me

I am sticky from riding for four hours

Its amazing how passive riding pillion is, even though you are doing half of that of the rider

The hands and feet are numb

But from complete inactivity

I'm trying to remember to give myself credit even though there is much less that I have done compared to those who were actually driving

Who went longer distances and dealt with more

There is this dirt under my fingernails that won't go away no matter how many times I wash my hands

I feel strange - change is like that I suppose. I experienced a lot of new things in the last 9 days and feel different - calmer, more foreign

Calm after chaos

Después el mundo pasarlo rapide

Estes una calma de un cuerpo

Y una persona necicite nadie

Cuando que monte un moto

A new sort if exhaustion

Like the one I get when traveling

Always moving

Absorbing everything

Unfamiliar smells and sounds

This is that augmented

Sweaty and stuck with exhaust and dirt

Moving on a road

faster than ever I've ridden

The wind pushing to and fro