Voi-La Intruder

A delicious realisation has just dawned on me. Blogging is one of the most egocentric pastimes that one can indulge in. To think - it is all your thoughts, your life, your fugue*. How perfectly narcissistic. This particular blog, along with the superior literary journals linked at the east of your screen, is also rather esoteric, for much of the content means little to those external to a certain circle. But this is only mentioned because the two words (egocentric & esoteric) sound vaguely homogenous.

To carry on in the vein of vainglory...

I have recently lit upon a decision to make a decision concerning the future path of my brief and inconsequential life (that's not reflections of depression, it's simply a fact, disregarding the hope that the Lord will deem His light to shine through this poor vessel to the benefit of unsaved souls). This decision comes in the form of a travel itinerary. The plan (for one must always have a plan with such things) is to save up millions of dollars (about a grand) and flee far away from the land of my serfdom (make a step of independence and probably end up malarial and divested).

So, for the ease of your comprehension, here is a map of the planned route, which I have intricately woven so that you may glimpse into the start of one monumental backpacking journey...

Well now. I realise that this isn't really the right size to enable good sight. However, assuming that most people reading this blog have geography skills that surpass my limitations, you can hopefully picture most of this in your mind's eye.

1. Flight from UK to Cairo, Egypt

2. Stay here for undecided amount of time, seeing pyramids in starlight, getting mugged in Valley of the Kings, graverobbing, etc..

3. Swift move along with cash acquired from selling off 3'000 year old pharoah to shady relic collector. Destination - Israel.

4. Exploring Jerusalem and other sights for a few days.

5. Moving through Turkey, taking sketches of Istanbul and biblical cities.

6. Turkey to Greece. Visit the Acropolis in Athens, smash plates in restaurants, have long and excited conversations about the afterlife with fat Greek mustachioed man.

7. Greece to Italia. Take punting canalboat through Venice, try and push man in the water. Write lovesongs in sonnet form to the most beautiful girl in the world. Perhaps visit the Abruzzo region. Buy lots of red wine. Visit Florence. Take time to work on memoirs.

8. Italy to Paris, France. Take in the Louvre, be disappointed with the Mona Lisa, marvel at the Venus De Milo. Noctambulate in old Paris.

9. Home.

Aha. Now I know what I'm doing.

The time is 00:09, and this man is burned out. Lassitudinous.

Keep the Faith

* a disturbed state of consciousness in which the one affected seems to perform acts in full awareness but upon recovery cannot recollect them. Webtionary