That's right I am taking a trip to Copenhagen land of Hans Christian Anderson and others. Why Copenhagen - seems like a nice place. To tell you the truth there is a lot of weird stuff spinning around in my head as to why I'm traveling. Mostly it feels like I'm running away from the empty space that I live in. But running to where and for what - a lot of questions. Somewhere deep in the twisted little psyche I think I'm trying to give life to the ghost I've become - I'll go somewhere faraway and they'll miss me. But who is they - a group of acquaintances I know. Me thinks I give them too much credit - they will not know I'm even gone. I always have traveled alone - it's easy until you return and realize nobody even knew you were gone. Not a good feeling - I don't even want to discuss not having anybody to send a postcard to. Last trip I took I did run into other solo travelers - I of course wanted to handcuff them to my wrist and drag them around with me. But it usually ended up being a brief encounter and I turned and walked down the alley alone. So the preflight tension has set in - I feel like grasshopper wandering the earth trying to find myself and anybody who will listen. Peace.