“Adventure in itself does not exist,” and dwells only “in the mind of the one who pursues it.” Writing from his Montmarte perch in early twentieth-century Paris, Pierre Mac Orlan (1882-1970)’s take on “adventure” —and on most any other thing involving human beings— is somehow both all-encompassing and tongue-in-cheek. He jars the modern mind, then stirs. What a relief!
Beautiful, Kenneth! This really touched me. What comes to mind here, with that moody candle photo, is that when the courageous, "pushing out" is over, when the tumbleweeds are too old to drift any more, they are so thankful for the passive adventurers, those who will listen to their tales. They write their memories, wanting more than anything to put the armchair travelers on the boat, the train, the back of a camel with them. It gives the once active adventurer a chance to feel, see, hear again their life experiences on the road. Thank you for writing this interesting piece.
Every passive adventurer needs the right chair!
Beautiful, Kenneth! This really touched me. What comes to mind here, with that moody candle photo, is that when the courageous, "pushing out" is over, when the tumbleweeds are too old to drift any more, they are so thankful for the passive adventurers, those who will listen to their tales. They write their memories, wanting more than anything to put the armchair travelers on the boat, the train, the back of a camel with them. It gives the once active adventurer a chance to feel, see, hear again their life experiences on the road. Thank you for writing this interesting piece.