there are many reasons why i stayed in asuncion for over 3 weeks but if i were to absolve responsibility, which i do like to do, then i'd place the blame squarely at the foot of this table. it witnessed dizzying highs, lonesome lows and a tenacious ambivalence that was both seductive and destructive. there were several unspoken, but widely adhered to rules at the table. the only really acceptable reasons to leave the table were to go to a pub, club or restaurant - or to buy alcohol to bring back to the table. going to bed was permitted, but only during daylight hours. in fact even seeking shelter during rainstorms was frowned upon. it had a magnetic pull that crossed borders, i fled to the south of the country
but there were guys who flew to chile and bolivia - each of us returned. for me it was like being at a party with all the doors locked. you don't care when you're enjoying yourself, but stay there long enough and that feeling shifts to tedium and then entropy. if you're in the club when the music stops and the lights come up, the night has not gone to plan. it took me 24 days to act on this truism and escape to the cold, tranquil reality of the starry north
, singing i am free, i am free, i am freezing.
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