Occasion had me seated in room with a new friend

we had met in Istanbul when I was chasing new imaginary images….. as I am prone to do

a modest flat thoughtfully attired with the minimal requirements to afford a modest level of comfort….. I am an advocate for simplicity in all areas of life…..my “style” is sparse….

conversation was centered around travel and comparison of his home or home base and mine….which changes now that I realized the tether that was keeping me closer to family was strangling me.

I must have been to obvious as I surveyed the room and became aware it was void of any pictures or decor on the walls….

Boris smiled …. “ in our conversation I remember you expressing your passion for “doodling” as you described it and you are wondering why I have no photos or pictures on the walls. I have found that those adornments are traps 🪤 for me and steal my time from the present while I am trying to relive the past. I have treasured memories and situations will cause reflection on those times, but I don’t live in the past nor wish to be tethered to it.”

I responded…

“ You my friend are very intuitive…… your perception was correct and your explanation will forever change my thoughts on the placement of things that have a tendency to capture my mind and time…., I genuinely appreciate your honesty and insight.”

We finished our tea and exchanged pleasantries and I proceeded to walk to the train station 🚉 in a welcome fine mist in the late afternoon.

No pictures on the wall….. interesting……

oboe the hobo

Istanbul

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