People are kind of like plants that way. Once you yank them out at the root, they don’t grow so well.
Tag: Travel
London, again. (Pt.1 of whatever)
If to seek out the pleasures and sorrows of one’s youth, as cautioned Camus, is a kind of folly certain to be punished, then punished I will be.
A Pilgrimage, Part 2 – How to Wreck a Paradise
Missing the point.
A pilgrimage, part 1
I’m on a pilgrimage of sorts, a lonely trip into the mountains of Shangri-La, in search for clarity and catharsis. Clarity I have yet to find. Catharsis, I’m halfway there. I travel to wander. Pick a destination and head there. The destination is not the point, the journey is. You’ll wander into the middle of … Continue reading A pilgrimage, part 1
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