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I wandered around the Jewish quarter for a while, staring at shops and buildings, and eventually made my way up to the metranome.
Ok... story. During Nazi occupation, up on this giant fucking hill (easily the highest spot I've been to yet) there was a statue of Stalin erected, and a park created to glorify the party. When the occupation ended, the statue was torn down and destroyed in all manner of ways, and the city of Prague erected a hu-freking-mungous metrenome, that actually keeps time, to signify the city's love of music. The glorifying area is now an unofficial skate park and graffiti showcase. It's the best place in the city I've visited yet.
It's the intensity of life that makes such realities as ours beautiful, and sitting that high above a city, one can almost spy the interconnecting and interweaving web which connects and pushes each of us into a meant direction. On a grand scale, all that should happen does. On a personal scale, this is not necessarily true, because free will still reigns. Whatever else we're set to do, the first rules are joy and love. Without these, nothing can be truely accomplished.
Ok, so I'm an idealist.
I drank a shot of absinthe in the "Zombie Bar" for Jeriah. Salude!
Jamison and I then went to a cheaper bar and drank beer for some time. I then wandered to another hostel to hang out with Gordon and Adam, and they got me quite trashed on Vodka vodka vodka. Woooooo hoooo!
I'm leaving Prague tomorrow, and another adventure awaits. Some of you will be delighted, and some of you will be dissapointed. I'm sorry for those of you that will, but I choose for me, not you.
Hell. "Never make excuses. Your friends don't need them, and your enemies don't care." Be well everyone, and you'll be hearing from me shortly enough.