the corporate jetsetter.
Sequel to the traveller ; a revisit five years in the making. You fear that you've lost your passion, or what you think it is. You look dearly in the deepest corners of the closet of your memory. Once you were so free of inhibition. You freely told of tales of a hitchhiking and long overland hauls. You might have had a destination, you might not have had one. You fed freely on what came about, spoke freely to who came about, and rode freely on what drifted about. You go up in the air, frequently, for that matter. But you do not travel as desired, and are confined to a specific mission and a specific purpose. Encounters may be new; times and locations are fixed. Far from a continuous haul of a relatively linear route, you are airdropped from Point A to Point N, like an airborne sent on a mission. In between the n points, the struggle remains to capture whatever electronic waves available from the nearest cell block, head on routine conversations. Business evolves, but weekly ...