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Random Journey (written 2016) Is the inception of a voyage the end of an abstract nothingness and beginnings of conscious life, like driving to town and buying the papers I remember a song: “Set Sail at the Sunset”, I can hum the rest, but have forgotten the words I see in front of me with my eyes closed A red sun and calm sea, this is not the crossing of Styx after sundown or is my immaturity making fun of me again you can`t sail to Afghanistan? I could sail there on a balloon and land when the Taliban shoot a hole in this; we can drink coffee, smoke American cigarettes, and laugh. The problem is you can`t look at women in Afghanistan as a shooting offense to read the Guardian newspaper in Afghanistan. So I will sit here and wait not to cross the river but to sail the oceans.