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The poems written in this book were composed in over 20 different countries & different cities including Australia, Bali, Brooklyn, Budapest, Colombia, Cyprus, Greece, India, Israel, Istanbul, Los Angeles, Madagascar, Miami, New Zealand, Oklahoma, Portugal, Romania, Sydney, Tbilisi, Thailand, & The Hamptons & Ukraine.
I left a piece of my heart in each one of these places that I visited along with leaving a piece of my heart, with every one of those amazing souls that I met & connected with along the way, a lot of who I still know to this day. Those out there know who you are so I don’t need to name names.
I’ve been traveling the world for several decades, but I notice this most recent trip felt the most strange & I can’t just blame COVID for this post COVID feeling. See something has just fundamentally changed the whole global vibe is a bit off & I don’t just mean the obvious stuff.
Sure there’s the political chaos with right & left becoming increasingly polarized which is absolutely heartbreaking because if we put our differences aside we’d see we have more similarities than differences what I'm really talking about a fundamental change in the individual.
We're spending way more time with machines than we are spending with each other & a lot of the time we spend interacting with each other is done through machines instead of directly with each other.
It’s as if we are recognizing each other’s existences less & less.
On top of this a majority of people including myself seem tired “out of it” directionless & disassociated. Maybe I’m trippin’ but I can’t be imagining all these things, it can’t just be me.
So yeah, a lot more to say, but I’m just going to stop here & let the poems contained in this book do the explaining,