|October 1974 A bad case of wanderlust|
Tonight I think of the great explorers who spend their young lives recklessly for nothing more than to see themselves in the light of mysterious places and to acquire that 'sense' of adventure that colors everything that follows. To have a personal awareness and experience that is not common, to find the comfort in chaos and singularity, is of transient value in this high definition world of shared images. You get soft, you forget the edge is still out there and you get misty staring at old pictures.
Stay with me over the next two weeks and we shall know this river as few have known it!