South By Unrest

Eyes open.  Goosebumps prominent.  A feeling of panic.  Where am I?  I take stock of my situation and take in all that is around me with the sensory perception of an ocular patdown.  Somewhere in the desert, next to a major highway.  The Mexico/US border lies 3 miles to my right.  Maybe this wasn't the best place to pull over and spend the wee hours of the morning to catch a little shut eye and avoid a similar accident to what took place in 2005.  My senes settle down and I regain composure.  Back on the road, back to dedicate my time to the wanderlust that has taken hold in these 26 almost 27 odd years.  The love for adventure, for danger, for the feeling of weightlessness associated with so many movements participated in.  This is the cocktail, infused with a personal ineptitude to settle on anything, which drives my every day existence.  I have given up the need to search for meaning in everything, but have not given up on the hope of simplification.  Thoreau's mantra permeates deep within my psyche.  Simplify, Simplify.  Those two words written on the wall of my high school english hall have lived with me since I was a snot nosed teen trying to rationalize the irrational.  Volume.  I need volume.  Tunes cranked, wind in my hair, hips ready to gyrate.  This is going to be a phenomenal South by Southwest adventure.