A walk to the harbour

Sometimes I get an elusive non-conversational, non-visual, non-audible, non-sensible and non-emotional thought that I is costly to transform into anything transferable… But I can’t resist pursuing the discovery of what it’ll reveal once transformed. This is one of those thoughts.

How we sometimes get to where we are (or the well-traveled paths we cross)

This is my second post on my new personal blog. Due to my new context it’s less like my first post than I’d like it to be. But it’s more alike the first post than it is different from it.