Day 147 & 148: The Bug.

I've got the Bug. Maybe it's Portland's weatherly betrayal (those charming showers have been replaced with grudging monsoon rains & sub 40F temps); Maybe it's this strange sense of, dare I say, domestic content--with my apartment, jobs (I already take that one back), and social circles; or maybe I am destined, tuned, cursed to forever wander. The Travel Bug.

This virus sends me into deep memory states, in which I, completely out of time and place, imagine--feel--a specific, usually inconspicuous memory from abroad. While packaging my 309,827th light bulb, I am tossed, only for a twinkle of moment, onto a jungle path in Northeastern India, with tigers on my mind. A screeching printer brings me back, and I am instantly crushed.

The virus also deceives my visual perception. I turn a corner and believe,hope, I am in a foreign land.  The sensation of 'traveler' or 'tourist' descends upon me and I feel excitement for a few lingering steps.

A photo from the aforementioned jungle (turned inspirational postcard gift).

A quick shot of a corner in Portland, which triggered Travel Bug visual trickery mood symptoms.