image from apelad

Do you ever have those mornings where it’s quite clear that you are not exploring ravines beneath a town full of moorish castles? Nor are you in a temporary autonomous zone in the pacific northwest learning how to carve jade from an old hippy? And this is strongly contrary to what you were doing, just moments before, while asleep?

I think wanderlust keeps me going (no pun intended). No offense to Pittsburgh, mind you.