BLUE COUP D’ETAT

**Found this fragment in a journal today**

It’s a story about leaving home after living with the folks for three years after college.
It’s a story about saying goodbye to the West, goodbye to my car and the open road.
It’s a story about saying goodbye to youthful, idealized love.
It’s a story about people and their trips, struggling to make their dreams a reality.
Illusions, breaking down illusions, and America.
It’s about kung fu and discipline and fantastical nonsense and laughing at myself.
It’s my trip and sometimes I don’t see it, I feel it and am swept away by it
Times are transitory.
I lose things, find others but at all times there is movement even in stasis.