I recently read a book about a man who trekked into the woods and didn’t return to civilization for nearly 30 years.
When asked by the author/interviewer why he didn’t like to travel and succumbed to the life of a naturalistic hermit, the man loosely said that the only places he ever needed to go were held sacred inside of books.
Ain’t that the truth.
Don’t get me wrong, I love traveling and wanderlusting like it’s a sustainable career role, but book traveling I find to be equally as important.
Whether it’s to another city where the main character resides, or a fantastical world of literal non existence but literature defined reality, or back to a time that no longer exists but is still very much prevalent.
(Photos taken by me.)
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