I'm sitting at the Grand Chalice Hotel in Brno. Is it called the _Grand Chalice_? I don't think so. So, I am sitting in the Grand Chakalaka Hotel in Brno. Is it called the _Grand Chakalaka_? I don't think so. So, I am sitting in the Grand Chortle Hotel in Brno in my and my fantastic woman (Ivanečka!)'s room after a trip to Boby Centrum to "drop her off" and then a similar return trip on tram 6. After her _zažítek_ today, we shall return to Praha by train. Peiločja and Luki will be awaiting in their respecti...
I am in Brno for the first time in a series of practically infinite moments. The trail that led me away from here and then eventually led me back is complex and not necessarily coherent. And, after all, that is life. We only desperately place together meaning in retrospect where, really, there is none to be had, only our yearning for something more than the twisting, looping, crooked and staggered path we trace through our existence. Here, then gone, briefly making scribbles already beginning to fade on the...
Yesterday was the anniversery of Lee's demise. It's been 32 years and it still affects me, though more these days in a nostalgic way. The melancholy doesn't hit as hard as it used to. Humans pass out of this world all the time, I am aware, as is pretty much everyone since an early age. I just scribed a rhetorical statement. Though what a _rhetorical statement_ might be is any human's guess besides my own. Technically it would be a statment that requires no "reply", or perhaps requires no comment or followup...
A rose and its stem, or its lifeline, stretches from the base of a pitcher two thirds filled with water up into the still atmosphere of this flat and blossoms a radiant red at its zenith. I'm sitting at the table of work, amusement, victuals and study in Ivanečka's flat in Prague 2 or in what some would call the outskirts of Vinohrady. It's been just shy of seven weeks from the first time I met her in person. As these nigh-seven weeks have passed, we've become more and more consumed with one another. I say ...
During the last five days, my life changed drastically. One expected and a number of unexpected things turned my mental state inside out. Or rather, chopped my mental state up and reassembled it in a manner that cannot be derearranged. My mother died. This was the expected event. She even predicted it herself when she sat in her chair in the weeks before I left and yelled _I just want to die!_ over and over. It was not a pleasant situation, as many might imagine. I have no intention of going back until a m...
Wheels are moving beneath me once again. How long has it been since I wrote that or a similar line? Years, for sure, but the last time must have been in Spain when I was last alone on a train. To Madrid? That would have been 2016, then, and the same day that I was arrested for pissing off a policeman, which is another reason that Spain is inferior to Czechia. Czechia! What a name! But I must have been alone on a train since then, no? No memory manifests in this quivering, sleep deprived brain. So, wheels a...
> The bench before the Trinity tree is occupied. It is occupied by me. My shadow doesn't reach it. Perhaps my shadow is an illusion cast by the illusory sun. The Trinity tree is the only living thing left on the moon. I don't consider myself in the set of living things since I am simply an extension. I wrote that long ago, as the _trinity tree_ no longer exists. Or, rather, it exists in a different form, that of stump. My associative mind reminds me of when I was a child, or during my imagination of being ...
Today I had lunch with Bender-boy and Anne, his wife. We ate at an establishment in Andrews that exhibits properties of an excellent tex-mex restaurant, though it could be a brothel in Kazakhstan for all I know. My general perception of the world around me is coloured my delusions of being in another place - ANY OTHER PLACE. Though, interestingly enough, Bender-boy and I emanated from this area of the world. Perhaps we even defined it. I can't say that it defined us, as there is an alien psychology in any ...
As the brussels' sprouts bake, I play with the "cat". Though before I went to the lengths it takes to actually play with the "cat", the "cat" joined me in the so-called office. Why is it called the _office_ and why was I in there? The room is dubbed the _office_ because that is where my grandmother, hereafter known as _Katie_, did all the paperwork pertaining to the so-called _farm_ and other parcels of land that were in her "care". To this day, in the _office_, there are reams of paperwork stashed in grey,...
Approximately a year ago, I was wandering the sometimes broad and much too sunlit and at other times twisty, tenebrous and narrow streets and paths of Siracusa in Sicily with Marisa. It was a city in which one could find a Jesus in practically every other alcove.  By means of almost universal contrast, I am in the exceedingly _American_ city of Orlando at the moment, albeit sitting on Jeremy's sofa and thus not exposed to the elements in the drea...
There were three main trails we took when we were _paseando_ just outside of Fresneda. ## Trail One: La Cascada We took this trail the most often. In fact, Michal and Mirka accompanied us to the waterfall at one point. Michal took a dip in the frigid pool into which the water cascaded.  Michal is fond of "taking a dip". A portion of his mind feels he is doing a sort of _cold therapy_. A portion of my mind feels he is just attracte...
