Doing that thing again where I have hunger but no stimulus. Needs, but no motivation. Getting bored easily, chewing at the straps, shaking the leg.
Doesn’t take long after an amazing trip to fall right back into gravity.
I’m kinda like Kerouac, never able to settle long before the itch for novelty overrides any need for stability. If only I could chunk through it and get my kicks without kicking down the walls.