flâneur

a meditation on adventure - by Spencer Chang

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I barely slept last night. The unofficial fireworks (I presume in celebration of Pride) and loudspeaker music (an occasional phenomenon) from the streets didn't help. But what really kept me up was the energy brewing in my navel. The fire stoking in my gut. The current churning in my diaphragm. My body felt like an ecological disaster waiting to happen.

I barely slept last night. The unofficial fireworks (I presume in celebration of Pride) and loudspeaker music (an occasional phenomenon) from the streets didn't help. But what really kept me up was the energy brewing in my navel. The fire stoking in my gut. The current churning in my diaphragm. My body felt like an ecological disaster waiting to happen. I get really tense before adventures. Normally subconscious actions become a negotiation with the stress budding from my roots: washing the dishes becomes a race, procrastinating on packing on random Youtube barber vlogs transforms into…

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