"I received five hundred thousand discrete bits of information today, of which twenty-five are important." - David Foster Wallace (in although of course you end up becoming yourself)
And thus the attempt to sort out the million stimuli begins. Hopefully, this will serve as a perfect distillation of my experience and thoughts, and not the mindless babble of a sleep-deprived, confused traveler.
Travels begin Thursday.
No comments:
Post a Comment