I first encountered Robert MacFarlane in the mountains. To be fair, I saw his The Old Ways first in a labyrinthine London bookstore, and began reading it outside a tiny Singapore salon. But words mean different things in different places and so my first real encounter with Robert MacFarlane was three years ago, perched on the porch of a small Italian inn miles from civilization, waiting for the sunset to edge the Dolomites into shadows. Continue reading “Oceans of the Mind: Gap Year Week 20”
somewhere up a tree 