Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Solvitur ambulando

"It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks."-- Anatole France

Sometimes I think I travel to make myself lonely, to give reason to my loneliness, as if wanderlust was ever a reason, to taste as much as possible and then disappear, starve off such pleasures; an urge that has always been there, a primordial thing which must be given entry into the tangible world. Like Rimbaud, "for a long time I prided myself I would possess every possible country," and I see now that no matter how many photographs, stories and passport stamps, it's not the people, the places, the names that I want to collect. I want to collect nothing. No nouns, but verbs. It's the walking, the simple moving that brought Man out of the Desert and dangled greener pastures before his eyes. The wandering fever.

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