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I Don’t Keep A Travel Diary. I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down. Everything Else Slipped Away, As Though My Mind Felt Jilted By My Reliance On Pen And Paper. For Exactly The Same Reason I Don’t Travel With A Camera. My Holiday Becomes The Snapshots And Anything I Forget To Record Is Lost.

I Think Everything I Write Is From An Atheist Perspective. I Mean, It's Partly From An Atheist Perspective Because I'm An Atheist, And I'm Just Not Really Interested In Religious-based Questions.

I Do All This Alone, Everything I Achieve, I Achieve Alone, Because It's My Head I'm Locked Into, And I Share This Space With Nobody But Myself.

Waking Was The Most Reliable Part Of A Dream, As Built Into Dreams As Death Is To Life. You Dream, You Wake: You Live, You Die.

Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.