Run away, RUN AWAY! Like you're Ripley and a chestburster really, really wants to put it's thingy in you. Like a politician backpedalling on an promise. Like a sensible child fleeing from a clown.
I am a born wannabe-escapist - I say 'wannabe' because I can be unrelenting in my pursuit of even the most futile endeavours, like a T1000 missing half it's body and still chasing an chipmunk-voiced, under-aged Edward Furlong.
You know that idiot who says, "You can have my sword/bow/axe/stupendous loyalty for seemingly no good reason," in aid of some hopeless quest? Yup, that's me.
So, here is some natty writing about faraway places and looking-out-the-window dreams, possibilities and realities that belong to others.
My reality is mine - but it's always educational to peek into what could be.
Ergo, my sin today is covetousness. Journey with me?
Russia: The Georgian Ministry of Highways building is the ultimate treehouse.
Japan: The Edo period never really went away, thank goodness.
New York: An American retail adventure as guided by The Sartorialist.
Note: Today's post is short because I slammed my fingers in a car door - the middle and ring fingers on my dominant hand are out of action. So typing ain't easy right now... but I'll be back to 80 wpm soon enough :-)