Let's go for Another Walk (need edit)

I ate too much, because it was free. People are children, and children need to be doing something all the time. Her mom told me that next time I'd have to come for longer, like a week, rather than two days. The thought of this makes me dizzy and hurts my overeating even more. I would surely die of boredom. I succeded finally this summer in escaping the Oasis of Languishing and wow how could I survive so many consecutive summers of pure Languishing. A new place is however just as bad as an old place, children can't sit still, they have to take you for a walk, to show you their city, oh, what a tragedy it would be if we met and just sat still and didn't talk, inconceivable, let's smalltalk the shit out of infinity, please another beer, let's fill these moments with glasses, with each silence they die a bit inside - the children. Anything but silence, let us walk. • I remember a while ago my punishment for silence. Me and my friend working at the vineyards were at a concert, a respite between labor weeks, though there's never really rest, the body remembers its scars and knows the next Monday looms. I was tired, bored and silend, my theme for this summer journey, and the rest of the company was late, this was fatal: it was too weird, and we had to follow his suggestion, blind but firm, to walk somewhere to het a beet. I felt foolish, we had to walk tired in the sun for an hour and back simply to get a bad overpriced beer, and all this because I was too lazy to talk. This is a common punishment but it is always tragic, having to work more due to lazyness. But I have friends who understand, or are like me, so continous existance with them is possible, maybe. Such as the Prince. People like me who need Caves, who need a place to escape, with the paradoxical goal of actually enriching encounters. Distance to bring closer. Time, to become stronger. It all goes back to the Van, there are so many hidden treasures to be had, I can't even fathom all the linkages, but I know, and am sure, no matter how many agree or disagree, it is the way to go. It is the Way everything will be the most alright, simply because it has the most paths available to be alright. • But now I'm here, and again I'm sorry I'm not the Best Guest That Ever Was. I'm so sorry that I'm not a shining become of selling myself. Not anymore. I'm sorry that I don't appear to be very talkative. But I want to rest. I want to reserve my right to remain silent. All cities are the same, I don't want to see your city. If you want me to see your city, if you want to show me your city because it makes you happy, be my guest. But I don't care. I can sit here and not go anywhere, and not stand in the rain and cold and wind, because I'm brave enough to be still and silent. • The experiment has begun. How long can I stand stability before I have to make a change? How long can I live in the Languishing now that I know so well I can at any time escape it? What is the expiration date of happiness? For now my courage to refuse to see the sights, the determination to be able to say that We don't really need to go anywhere, I can just wit here with you and it's fine. Unfortunately I think Courtesy will win the next battle, as Courage watches and protests from the back seat. There's always the Next Time.