A character in E.M. Forrester’s “A Room With A View” said “I am a mental traveler,” so much as to say that she had traveled through reading books.
Reading a book remains one way to have a mental journey, but there are others now.
“He’s tripping balls,” my son said about a person we saw as we were stopped at a red light. Uh Hmm.
My childhood reading left me prey to many travels I could never have thought of. Movies I saw with my husband at the beginning of our marriage seemed to shape our real life journey together.
Psych meds have been quite a trip.
The combination of these different forms of mental travel, in my life, have led to bizarre and spectacular visions: most of all, now, thought, I just wanna get back home. Home?
That’s what this blog is about.