About

My name is James.

I am from Bendigo, Australia.

In October 2019, I graduated from my Master degree of Engineering, and currently occupy the space between over-functioning child and under-delivering adult.

At the time of writing I find myself in İstanbul, having ridden my bicycle from Munich, heading in an Eastwardly direction that I will edeavour to maintain, until my mind or my wallet has wandered sufficiently.

These entries will attempt to describe my adventures, thoughts, proses and scattered relevations.

I have never really wanted to travel anywhere specifically. Travelling simply seems a good thing to do with our realities. But I suppose one can travel deeply within the reality of a book, a film or a picture just the same. I remember on my first adventure, a particular moment on a bus in Sri Lanka. The window was slided back, and my elbow was leaning on the metal bars. The wind was beating onto me and through my hair, the green fields occupying the horizons, the crackling of the bus speakers blaring music. I became completely surged with the novelty of that moment, of everything that had led till now, of the everything that tingled and smiled in me, lying and awaiting in complete suprise to whatever may fall before me.

Those spine-tingling moments are when I realise that we are the Marco Polo’s of our very own narrative, and I owe it to myself, at least, graft memories that are worthy of remembering.

I am feeling the winds of the mountains for the first time and for me alone. I can’t, and never could tell you just how they felt.

What do you choose to do with your reality?