|Crossing into Borneo|
"I tried to break the spell - the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness - that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations; this alone beguiled this unlawful soul beyond the bound of permitted aspirations." - Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Today I am missing the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness. Three months is too long to stay in any one place. My heart lusts for wild places.