The Unplanned Journey

[breathedout]

The day we listened to Houses of the Holy lying on the floor, we got carried away again over the Unplanned Journey. There was an infinite number of uninteresting towns to be discovered, and that album seemed like fuel for our plans for freedom. But yet again, we didn't leave the room, we didn't run downstairs, we didn't reach the car before the spark went out. To tell the truth, we stayed staring at the ceiling, even though the volume and tone of our voices betrayed a great deal of excitement.

It was as if you'd spent months thinking about whether to dye your hair blue, and suddenly you realize that all that time spent deliberating, analyzing, imagining, has ended up completely satisfying your desire to rebel. And so the trip was left for another time, a safe distance away from disappointment, after all, having blue hair was perhaps not such a great way to break from the status quo and uninteresting places were perhaps just uninteresting places, nothing more. I breathed deeply. It was mountain air, and we were there, five or six years late, but there, finally. We had survived a fight that was still hanging over us, Paris, Montreal, the madness of our families. This journey was another irresistible failure.

—Carol Bensimon, We All Loved Cowboys, last paragraphs of Chapter 1

"This journey was another irresistible failure" you sure saw me coming, Carol Bensimon

Comments

[teaforlupin]

I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now??

[breathedout]

Ahahaha I know, right