I am a liminal tourist. The places I visit are liminal as is my journey itself, a pilgrimage from one dawn to the next; crossing bridges and traversing mountains I travel, one foot in the waters the other on land. I move through the liminal landscapes of temporal and spatial existence. Even I myself am liminal.
Here is my scrapbook of musings, a collection of the disjointed and the precisely vague. Here I place my thoughts and memories between the folds of two pages, a record of a journey both private and shared. This is not a place of lessons, only a collections of learning, until perhaps I realise I know nothing at all.
Stand still and you step outside of the experience. Learn to dance with the tides and you become experience.
