PSYCHOGEOGRAPHIES 15
WHAT I THINK ABOUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT WALKING
Why do I walk?
One reason is to try to understand what I really think. It’s an attempt to capture the insights that, like fireflies of the unconscious, flicker at night then vanish into the pale mists of dawn.
I’m talking about the kind of purposeless, meaningful stroll that, rather more than daydreaming, is akin to being on the couch, on the road.