It occurred to me, on the bus into the library today, how strange it is that I am travelling quite a way, and spending money, just to do things in a different place, things that I could very plausibly do where I was travelling from (home). I create quite a bit of trouble for myself, trying to work out how to manage glutardism on the move, and still eat, and spending quite a bit of money on that too.
But it seems quite important that I do travel. It definitely seems like a practice very ingrained in our social consciousness, through the practice of travelling to our place of work. And yet I find it more necessary than a simple social norm would make it. So what is it?
Three components:
- Origin (Home)
- Travel (Bus, or foot)
- Destination (Library)
This presents three possible ways in which I might be affected, in descending order of obviousness:
- Being at the library.
- Being not at home.
- The ritual of travel.
to be continued
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