Via Rail

January 19th - Quebec, Canada
Journal Entry 10 - "Via Rail"


I can see shadows in the snow. I am beginning to be haunted by voices. There is more to this place than i can see, so i will continue to listen.


There was a bird
who with the absence of words took flight
to the end of the sea and the finish line of the earth.
She perched atop the corner of the world and built three nests.
One of gold, one of silver, and one of clay.
She took a breath, and she let it out.
She took a sigh, then she cried out.

"There is much that i shall bear!
There's a strong wind in the air again."

In the nest of gold she cleansed her coat daily.
In the nest of silver she brought back her food
to save and consume.
In the nest of clay she laid her eggs
and eventually bore children,
and she waited, and waited, and waited, and waited....

On the day the fires came
the nests of gold and silver melted in a
lucid river rushing to the sea
while the nest of clay withstood the heat.
Amen.

The nest of clay was forged into eternity atop the corner of the world,
while the ocean floor was now covered in gold, silver and sand.

So build a house of clay and never, ever, ever, ever underestimate
what the dead can do for the living.
If you listen closely you'll hear the harmony of
every man and woman who has passed away.

But you better believe it's a song for the living.

There's a daunting task ahead
There are snowflakes in our eyes again.
With such a strong chill in the air
Can you tell me, tonight where will we lay our heads to sleep?

Just sleep.



I will travel via rail, then take to the sky. I plan on landing in Jerusalem, and traveling by caravan to India.