Why do people publish their travels?
The preservation of memories? But that is just a part. After all, memories can be preserved on paper, in a shoe-box, stuffed under a bed.
To then put it online suggests an arrogance – an affected assumption that others might in fact be interested in my enterprise and musings. My writing already reeks of cringe-inducing self-importance.
But that’s not it all. I am not so foolish to assume anyone will follow this with great earnest and I am not so vain to remove all my flaws – both in character and in writing.
It is perhaps therapeutic in part, in that my thoughts often sit better on a page than rattling around in my head.
But mostly I think it just fitting. Augustine said, “the world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
May these words make up the briefest of chapters in that global epic.
Disclaimer: the words that follow are a recollection of past events. While most is fact, the odd detail may have been reshaped or reimagined. Though the words are my own, the experiences are those of a group of seven. All credit belongs to me alone. Any blame lands at the feet of the other six.
The preservation of memories? But that is just a part. After all, memories can be preserved on paper, in a shoe-box, stuffed under a bed.
To then put it online suggests an arrogance – an affected assumption that others might in fact be interested in my enterprise and musings. My writing already reeks of cringe-inducing self-importance.
But that’s not it all. I am not so foolish to assume anyone will follow this with great earnest and I am not so vain to remove all my flaws – both in character and in writing.
It is perhaps therapeutic in part, in that my thoughts often sit better on a page than rattling around in my head.
But mostly I think it just fitting. Augustine said, “the world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
May these words make up the briefest of chapters in that global epic.
Disclaimer: the words that follow are a recollection of past events. While most is fact, the odd detail may have been reshaped or reimagined. Though the words are my own, the experiences are those of a group of seven. All credit belongs to me alone. Any blame lands at the feet of the other six.