"Life is a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence.
The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is a life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."DISCLAIMER:
All characters, people, and events depicted and portrayed in these journals are either falsified or completely fictional if my Mother is reading. The following travel dispatches contain scenes of a graphic nature, coarse language, abysmal grammar and spelling, and should therefore not be viewed by anyone, at any point, ever. Please do not try to recreate any of the stunts you see here at home, they are performed by penniless vagabonds with years of travelling experience.Travel helps forge life, researching my own experiences for the truth... absorbing what is useful... adding what is specifically my own... thus creating the individual more than any other style or system. Lifestyle is not bought in glossy magazines, nor found in soap operas. It is crafted through experience and adventure, meeting new people, discovering new culture, and accepting all philosophies, religions, and traditions, in search of a more coherant worldly understanding.
William George Jewsbury...
is an aspiring Nomadic Anthropologist and World Explorer whose adventures emerge out of a quest to be liberated from the negative, which he considers to be our own will to nothingness. Once having said yes to travelling, his affirmation was contagious. It burst into a chain of affirmations which knew no limit.
Now, in the latter part of his twenty-fourth year, after thirty-six intensive months of nightshifting academia, he begins to forge a new story; that of his own. He grasps towards this innovative history driven by the suspicion that ordinary language could not tell it, although he continues to try and do so via these literary elaborations. Every new culture, gesture, and accent he now encounters signifies the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one.
October 24th 2009
"I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then, what love I bore to thee..." - William Wordsworth Shires of Lincoln: There is no place quite like home... I have spent most of my life in a land where any undulation over 100ft is considered mountainous and where the landscape is strewn with muddy fields and drainage streams. Sheep, cows, and corn barns, are liberally scattered across a fenland topography which is so flat, I once watched my wild Terrier dog run off for days before she tired and trundled home. Within a traditional hillside hamlet, a humble small-holding is where I claim cultural home, despite feeling neither embedded nor situated here. Inside the quaint walls of these old farmhouses, isolated tribes of village elders dominate. With an ... read more