Curious thought yesterday upon things: When I went to Europe before—six-some years ago to Prague, Bratislava, Budapest, and eastern Poland—I began the notebook I carried with a noteable Kafka quote... and, in hindsight, not surprisingly, I encountered a bureaucratic nightmare that twisted into morbid surreality and later found myself unable to escape from Prague when I missed the night train to Frankfurt (and thus my ensuing flight from Amsterdam) by a mere thirty seconds.
I tend to make quite a few mistakes. I try to learn from most of them.
I won't make the same error of intention again.
This summer's journey notebook will likely open with William Earnest Henley's Invictus.
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