I’m back. The photo above is the last shot I took of New York. As for the absence of posts….
James Kent, someone who I admire for no immediately identifiable reason, made this comment to me: “A picture of an egg, a slab of cracked concrete and muddy stream. Frankly, your travel blog leaves something to be desired.”
Even though I was aware that I’ve sent my fair share of unwanted blogs critiques his way, this still cut deep. Largely because I’m well aware that he’s right. Three posts containing whimsical musings over 3 weeks doesn’t exactly make for the most enthralling ‘travel blog’.
Here’s the thing though, I had 3 weeks to do as much stuff as possible, and it quickly dawned on me that I didn’t want to spend that time writing stuff down. In the end, Instagram became my friend, and the whole ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ certainly made a lot of sense over the last few weeks.
Now that I’m back, I feel I’ve finally got some time to digest everything, and so in a way, if I’m going to do a travel blog, then perhaps now is the best time.
Then again, there’s stuff that happened over there that I don’t actually want to write about, (and I’m not talking about my visit to the box). A chronological account of the trip needs to involve its central characters, because really, as in life in general, travel becomes about the people you run into along the way. Thing is, I’ve never really written about other people on this blog, let alone myself and I kinda want to keep it that way.
So fuck it Mr. Kent, I’m going to write stuff, but it’ll continue to be ruminations and observations, that won’t have much direction or much point, and probably won’t amount to too many more posts, because the other thing I don’t want to be is that guy who goes to New York and then doesn’t shut up about it - Everyone knows that guy’s the worst.
Also james, that’s not concrete, it’s cork and it’s not cracked, it’s just badly lined up. Jeez.