restless schemers, restless ambition, restless subjects

Some days I wake up and I feel deep into my bones a restless need to move. To change. To be something else.

I thought moving halfway across the country would be enough. The change was liberating. I recommend it to anyone who ever felt that need.
I was restless still.

Oh but what a city to be restless in! Every street whispers to its inhabitants to stop, run, listen, don’t think. So I do that. I run. I don’t think.

I’m back home for a visit. The streets have changed. It reminds me of being younger. Still, I wish I was back in that city again.

I probably wouldn’t even be restless…

~Ferdinando