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- The renaissance man
- The following thoughts are reflexions on travel, and the dream of a nomadic life, that float around the Twittersphere lately, compiled after a year of living on a sailboat across the Canadian, America and Mexican American Pacific coasts.
- My first encounter with a nomad was during my stay in Prague, as Santiago, I had just met Fulcanelli. There was a time in my life when I may have felt homesick. But from then on, home was anywhere but here, a vague concept that existed out there. Forever fleeting.
- The office is no place for multi-disiplinarists, and Japan was where I last fought this loosing battle. My desk, not the medium onto which I would aquire the array of skills I longed for.
- Survivable
- Living on a sailboat was not picked amongst other equaly enticing ideas. It was, at the time, the only pragmatic solution. It would at once, align with everything that I believed in and wanted in life. In that, it might not correspond to your meaning of travel, or even be replicable.
- The monthly rent of our beachside Tokyo housing was nearly 1.5K$, and this thus implicated some serious downsizing.
- To think that, at the time, the most heart-breaking things to let go were instruments, old consoles, books and some camera equipment — when the truly hard things to let go would be my habitual bath, tap water and reliable internet connection.
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