Tourists Went On Holidays While Travellers Did

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.

Uh... What Can I Say? Made Money. Given A Launch Pad For A Working Life. Set A Precedent I Had No Interest In Following. Created Expectations That I Was Not Cut-out To Match. Disappointed Virtually All Of My Readers Subsequently. But I Like What I've Done, And I Stand By It All.

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.

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time. (...) Dropping Acid On The Mekong Delta, Smoking Grass Through A Rifle Barrel, Flying On A Helicopter With Opera Blasting Out Of Loudspeakers, Tracer-fire And Paddy-field Scenery, The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning. Long Time.

If I'd Learnt One Thing From Travelling, It Was That The Way To Get Things Done Was To Go Ahead And Do Them. Don't Talk About Going To Borneo. Book A Ticket, Get A Visa, Pack A Bag, And It Just Happens.