This is how I travel, feet up. The pic is from a previous October but the words are from two days ago and the placement is the same. I haven’t been anywhere since, except brief dog walks.
Today I may have been only in our supermarket by the lagoon, choosing chocolate, lettuce, yogurt but I’m in Africa now listening to African jazz after I was reminded of that horrible ZOO keeper in that John Irving novel and of Garp’s accident - don’t do this at home, kids - after I thought of Shetland and its honesty-operated roadside cake banks and of Lyra and her familiar and of Ender and the trees and how he was lied to that it was just a game whereas he killed for real after amore said putting on his gaming headphones: “Let me just kill a few fascists and I’ll be right back” and after Flavia in Iraq who loves Stereophonics said that being an atheist there was even worse than being a Catholic and after I heard that Italian doctors who had come to Slovenia to help battle Covid-19 were turned away because their documents were not in order and that Luka was no longer the flavour of the moment because they say he is fat. Please tell me: Who needs to travel anywhere anyway?
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #294: Travel
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