Adventure Babies

well as no one no longer reads these fabled pages of the phantomatic word; and the reflection on my new moments and snipets of consciousness that they procreate with, i dictate that i have a journal to myself, a record of preserving myself and my emotions vis a vis travel, on a system that could survive our current Zeitgeist of budget travel and commodifyed experience, into a realm of a newer more brutal brutality, think Inca, think Aboriginal, think west, think again,what exicitement and new found horrors lay ahead!! truly wonderfully ghastly!! it is to be a man, to have the liberty as i have, right now in England and the world! And so it becomes that i acknowledge Blake when he suggests that there is no collective consciousness, just millions of indepedent minds, each with a indivdual consciousness acting to their own volition, experience becomes something highly original, spectacular infinity! such as i find it so!!!! And with a cheerful boast and no money i head to the Scottish island of Rum to toast the night, and sleep o'er vales and under stars! they, who rejoice at the dark delights of thine eyes! as we gaze at each other against the ark of time.