i got island zombie: iceland writings by roni horn. on the first page where she writes how she was given a lighthouse to stay in i felt a pang of travel lust but i think good lilting writing will be enough to take you there. apart from somewhere unforeseen i'm not going anywhere soon. i can feel travel in my bones with imagination. i say thank you to the writers of the world for taking me so many wonderful places.

i also got unsolaced: along the way to all that is by gretel erlich. i must have read a book by her but i can't recall which one, perhaps this cold heaven or the solace of open spaces. that would be a pair, solaced and unsolaced. from 1985 to 2021. 36 years. 

also, machiavelli: the art of teaching people what to fear by patrick boucheron.

that'll be later. i have a hunger that's greater than my capacity. is that just the way i am? maybe the end of that traveling hunger is leaving this tired brain and body.