The notion of travel, like the flawed love of escapism,wraps around my mind like an object-less romance. To roam, for no purpose other than the indulgence of experience and the need to evade permanence. To shrug off dependency and dependents and to live as a vagabond to the mercy of life's simple pleasures - could I be so brave?
or... so cowardly ?
Sunday, July 11, 2010
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Travelling is over-rated. I often wonder why it's become such an acceptable excuse to escape reality - the truly lucky and content person would never want to leave home at all.
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