Wandering is instinctual for me.
If life circumstances permitted it, I would spend the bulk of the day walking big cities and rural villages – and the occasional beach. It’s an expression of the gypsy/nomad aspect that is so central to who I Be.
Wandering through the streets of NYC or New Haven – the places I most frequently find myself engaged in day-long walks – the experience is not about the place itself. It’s about all the worlds I pass through, each individual universe of reality that I brush up against. All faintly familiar but ultimately wholly foreign, each with it’s own language and symbols and myths.
So many ways to be alive.
I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like. (Uncle Hermann)