Of Other Places...

"In civilisations without boats, dreams dry up, spying takes the place of adventure, and the police take the place of pirates"



The sight of a boat always breaks the heart of the exiled, The Ruinist, or you - in that s/he longs for the passage home, or to a place that s/he imagines is 'Home'. With longing, through tears, in daydreams over coffee in far away places - this 'home' exists...




If we can say that home is where the heart is, then we can be at home anywhere - for the heart is always beautiful wherever the world seems ugly.