Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 

The Weakness of Habits

The Weakness of Habits

It all ends up being automatic.  When I move into a new place, let it be a new city or just an apartment, everything feels complicated.  

Habits haven't settled in yet, and everything is a discovery.  I feel for those inventors.  Discoveries are hard.  Aren't discoveries the best part?  But then it all clicks in.  

The texture of the door handle to exit your home.  The smell of the lift that brings you down.  The glance of the girl picking up her mail.  The weight of the gate that sets you free.  The click of the trunk on a brand new car.  The heat of the sun as it hits my skin.  The melody of the voices all around speaking Chinese.  The sensation of the leafs I let slip between my fingers.  The feel of the asphalt through my sole.  

Those basic emotions have vanished.  I have to work in order to find them, and a newcomer teaches me what I had once known.  

Habits are like a plug, but once you are wired, you are unplugged. 

Do not let me Skip

Do not let me Skip

Problem Making

Problem Making