Always leaving town

It is time to travel again. The luggage I’ve left behind or even thrown away is my PhD.

So I am travelling lighter now.

I’ll go to Linz, Wels, Graz, Vienna, Lisbon and back. All I need to do is listen. All I need to do is to perform – and listen some more time.

This is good. There is not too much thinking involved, just breathing in, listening, breathing out, breathing in, performing and finally breathing out again. Nothing more and nothing less than that.

I have recently considered publishing my poetry. However, who cares about that. People tend not to read poetry nowadays, and you cannot compete with Rilke or Whitman.

So what.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Maybe I will put some more of my poems on the blog. However, I will have to discuss this with my manager and best man first.

This morning I read some statistics on pickpockets. Barcelona seems to be pickpocket paradise.

Lisbon is on rank 8 among European cities and regions.

So when I come back I still want to have this device and my other belongings.

So what?

Breathing out.

The traveller is always leaving town…