New York New York.Back in the USA.
10 points to those who can name the songwriters.
Atlantic to Pacific in one day. Awake for 20 hours straight, from standing on the Queen Mary 2 in New York harbour to feeling the Surf spray off Santa Monica pier. Sitting in a Los Angeles apartment the natural high of exhaustion makes it's surreal impact on the emotions. Floating through the movie of life until it all comes to a crashing halt as one attempts to express the feelings of thought as words on paper.
Darkness of sleep descends upon the Spook as the muscles buzz, the teeth hum and the eyelids close. Sitting before me on the coffee table of this unknown apartment is the 'Tales of Power' by Carlos Castaneda, the book that began the journey some twenty six years ago. An event so synchronous as to send shivers up my spine.
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