Imagination is as good as many voyages – and how much cheaper.
There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.
— ... I think I've been a pretty good sport about all this so far. But I'm not going anywhere until I find out where you came from.
— Me? I came from heaven. Now let's start walking.
— Walk? Fuck you! Do you know how far we are from anywheres?
— Hey, man, back in the old days with J. C., we used to walk everywhere. Did you ever hear of a fat apostle?
As for traveling: everyone dislikes traveling until they actually go on a trip.
When you're on a quest, you see it through to the end.
Far away over the mountains
Far away beyond the seas
Far away tenacity will pay
Ride with me red is the twilight
Ride with me proud to be free
Ride with me in virgin skies
where the winds blow all their might.
Like Argus of the ancient times,
We leave this Modern Greece;
Tum-tum, tum-tum; tum-tum, tum-tum,
To shear the Golden Fleece.
I'd always been drawn to the purity of the desert, its hot wind and wide, open spaces. But mainly I was bored of life in the city, with its repetitions, my half-finished, half-hearted attempts at jobs and various studies. And I was sick of carrying around the self-indulgent negativity that was so much the malaise of my generation, my sex and my class.
Mozart... We couldn't do better! So let's pretend we don't know where we're going or even who we are.
Call it cabin fever. After a while, I get itchy feet.