Instead of the Chokramudi peak, it goes down the Munnar tea plantations during an acid trip.
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time."
– Jack KEROUAC –
If there’s one thing that has stretched itself through my life, it’s novelty; an insatiable thirst for experience that comfortably sits at the liminal edge of my personal boundaries… All the time. Finding a balance that is maintained by constantly navigating the outer poles of opposing extremes has had me seriously question how much longer I would make it in this world. I mean, how much longer could I possibly twirl around like a high-powered mutant without going mad? What was the end of all this? The purpose?
– Experience –
– Reflection –
Coming to terms with a lifestyle that unapologetically seeks to maximize novelty has brought me closer to myself. Accept it: You’re mad. New lands, new plans, new people with new perspectives, different dance, new music, losing my shit, new problems, divine sublimity, personal intimacy, love, life, death; rebirth, bless. All this life fronting me at light speed, I try to keep up the rhythm without a chance to succeed. It becomes an illness if I don’t contemplate and remember. I needed stillness to find my place and to center.
– Expression –
– Drug Diaries –
Hopped on a 45-hour-long flight from Mexico to Cape Town that made me go through departure, nostalgia, and overwhelming novelty.