And then, I somehow fell asleep at the table during the tourist hour, and I've lost two hours.
I must get to Belgrade, or to Sarajevo, or somewhere comparable. Cluj, perhaps. The gulag nights are starting to reach into the hours in which I justify my existence by doing a bit of real work. Panem quotidianum.
But I will need a more certain revenue stream. ~ "It is now clear to me that I need to earn some money every day." (C.S. Peirce)
Fairly certain now that there is nothing for me here. Reading C.S. Peirce, I see his excoriations of the "greed mind" (which don't seem to be discussed in the secondary scholarship), and I see how he ended.
This might not be an age in which an American outside the charmed circle has a homeland. This is the time of craven wealth. The brightly arrayed town merchant at the commercial theatre, as opposed to the court theatre of years past -- demonstrating his virtue by the trappings of success. The greed mind ascendant, even in common experience.
An American Navalny, perhaps. But principally, simply myself, someone who has been through some interesting things, and is presently attempting to do real work, both now and in the days to come.