In Amsterdam and LOVING it. This is such an incredibly beautiful city. Yesterday at the Anne Frank house (which is probably the best museum experience I know. Such an emotional time wondering how human beings did what they did and do what they do. Such a talent and honesty in the words of the once little girl.), I ran into two friends from university I hadn't seen in 4 or 5 years. What are the odds, they began their trip the same day and are heading back to the states 3 days after me. this world is awesome and life is a true pleasure to have.
Today I rented a bike and rode. and rode. and rode. and strolled through the pretty peaceful parks of this city. It was the first day of nothing but sunshine since I've been here. Lots of rain all week and I soaked up the sun just like my plant life counterparts. Played a game of basketball with 3 (non-dunking) dutchmen today as well. It was fun. I was the smallest and most american, and I showed them why Basketball in the states is the best (but we all had fun, so I guess we all are the best).
Probably heading to Berlin saturday. It's in germany. my name neuman is german. coming home party...
9/21
On a two floor train with a group of appearingly religious women, people with suitcases and humans interacting in what looks like a search for their holy destination, point and using their mouths to create sounds that somehow human beings, at some point in history, established into a system of words and sentneces, which had to be done first in order to defines such thoughts, which can be learned by multiple poeople to share ideas and thoughts within an individual's mind to be understood by another individual.
The lack of a shared language makes for dificult interaction between animals of the same species. Luckily with a basic comprehension of shared human behavior and the same preexisting instincts, along with most people's general understanding of english, the bald man with the thick beard, working the subway market handing out (selling!) croissants full of mystery to the hungover tourists, who previously scoffed at and rejected a homeless man struggling to survive his shitty life afraid of the inevitable alternative, was able to convey a message of success and aid in reaching the sought after destination, while the homeless man dragged his feet in another direction looking for some spare change.
The originators of the french language were early artists, creating beauty using human language and communication as their canvas.
Waiting for a train is a phrase that can ultimately lack meaning when productivity and growth exist within each moment. I will get on a train when that moment arrives, but for now, I am sitting and being in my mind with my thoughts spilling onto paper as an unkown culture and lifestyle is absorbed into the folds of my conscious and unconscious for growth at unscientic rate.
9/26 (i think)
Fear attracts fear. I'm not visiting. I'm living and becoming a part of another lifestyle.
A black and white dalmatian reminding of a separate and former life apart from this one and very much the same. A plastic disc offering up an equal opportunity of fun. I create all that I see and experience and interact within the rest of the shared realities present.
Coexisting in nature as the hundred year old trees offer moments of separation from the sun far off in the universe as big as our imaginations.
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