One of the hobbies I've developed this year is to wander aimlessly around the world with Google Earth, making me aware of the dimensions of our planet and find the hidden places to explore and get lost in them. No need to travel physically from knowing that such places exist comforts me. Know the level of reliability of Google Earth, but I'm happy to ignore it, and do not need to know because in my search for reality, basically I'm just running away from it. I also read some blogs. The world granhermanesco blogger is much more than any other field of human expression. A blogger does not need experience, consistency and rigor to be exalted quickly. Just read it. Being a writer is more difficult. Being a musician or photographer is more difficult. So many people write blogs. 95% of them say about reality and at the bottom are just the suit in which someone is sheathed for others to listen. His reality is conveniently distorted.
sometimes vague for blogs as I do in Siberia or Tierra del Fuego. Knowing that they are artifacts. But I am reassured to know that there are people willing to lie for entertaining, albeit in exchange for my admiration. If you would like to meet interesting people I would travel.
The thing goes like this: You invent a self that is cool, you lose some time thinking a couple of sound bites and pretend that is a must publicly expose your soul. Blessed internet.