Mark Macey

I drove on a bus to a jungle a few hours away and had the chance to sit next to someone with a headphone splitter. We showed each other our music and looked hopefully up between songs waiting for an ecstatic explanation of how each snippet of music made us feel. That didn’t happen. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy his music, and I hope it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy mine. It’s difficult to be eloquent about emotion.

There’s a time in life when you have to admit defeat. Here I am. I don’t know if anyone out there cares what I have to say or expected a great documentation of my trip, but if I’ve let anyone down, sorry. I could take a picture, make a film, breath every last infinitesimal detail into my mind, but when you’re not here, you’re out of the loop.

I know a few things. Leaving will make you dumb, crying will make you silent, strength is measured in heartbreak, and blogging is taxing work.

Mark Macey