
in the forest,
an old stone bridge;
the sole work of man.

in the forest,
an old stone bridge;
the sole work of man.

The Rum Diary by Hunter S. ThompsonBOREDOM. I used to be concerned that life might peter into monotonous predictability, but I failed to account for the degree to which absurdity can bloom and grow. Whatever is headed our way, we’ll never see it coming.


I am not sure whether this is meant to be aspirational, by frequency, or by the appeal of the place. I’m also not sure what level of granularity to use. So, I will arbitrarily go with the countries (and things that quack like a country) that I’ve most enjoyed traveling in, placed in no particular order: – Taiwan; – Vietnam; – India; – Peru; – United States; – Kenya; – Georgia (Republic of); – Thailand; – Korea; and Kyrgyzstan.
NOTE: This list is not stable, and I hope to add and knock off some in the near future.





