The hypothesis I formed is that the amount of money pet owners spend regularly spikes right before they go on a vacation. Yesterday I rode my bike in the rain to buy Roly Poly treats and toys. This evening I board a flight to New Orleans. He will be home alone, save for a check-in here and there from my friend Eliot, and his new green-feathered googly-eyed squeak-snake. On the eve of my departure (and on the recommendation of my friend Austin,) I watched Alejandro Jodorowsky’s The Holy Mountain. I am traveling light, carrying only a backpack. Considering my company on this trip, these two quotes from the film seemed a fitting farewell:
“Burn your money! Thief! If you don’t want to die, kill your money! We shall destroy the self image, unsteady, wavering, bewildered, full of desire, distracted, confused. When the self concept thinks this is I and that is mine, he binds himself and he forgets the great self.
-His feet stink like a rotten dog. I can’t stand the smell.
-He has beautiful teeth. When he puts all your bones back together, you will like his smell.”
fare thee well, 3rdarm! Keep your wits about you while still letting that vacation feeling to sink in.
I’m in search of the sacred flower too.