Three Days Until

I was given a book today, "The Great Railway Bazaar," about Paul Theroux's journey across Asia on train. On one of the starting pages was a quote:

"I decided that travel was flight and pursuit in equal parts."

I don't know what I pursue; knowledge, life-experiences and "reevaluation of life goals" are vague terms, ones I can't take to heart, or actively seek.

I know what I flee.

The autumn leaves are falling like rain / Although my neighbors are all barbarians / And you, you are a thousand miles away / There are always two cups at my table. -T'ang Dynasty Poem