back in budapest

this is what i was wondering about for a few days...depression. usually this sort of topic is piled in along with politics and religion as what not to discuss but here i am doing so. i stayed three nights, three and a half days in Sighisoara, a sleepy Romanian mountain town with a fascinating albeit runover-by-tourists citadel that sits upon the main hill in the area. there's something of a Calypso effect with this place. i met several people at nathan's villa hostel who had been intentionally waylayed in house knowing that they want to move on, should move on (need to get somewhere else or to home) but feel too comfortable there. ulysses finally broke away and so did i; however, i probably would have been content to stay there for a while though not 20 years. there were a few people there, one i know of and a few others i suspect, who are suffering from depression, who, like me, are traveling yet struggling at times.

at this moment, i don't think that i'm suffering from depression, in the clinical sense, but at times i feel as if i am still a shell of my former self. more on this later, time's up.