There’s a saga tree in the park where I go running. A friend used to tell me that I have to think of myself as a runner, not a jogger. Running is like being a hungry shark, eating up the distance with your killer feet. Jogging… jogging is like, bad running. Jogging is for pandas,… Read more
“These souls, fleeing the Sultan’s cruelty, sadly they cannot live with us. To live a life of piratical liberty, one must have sea-worth, able to court and cower before Mother Ocean.” “In their souls they are uplanders. They have hill-shaped hearts. They can neither read star-charts nor savour the taste of spray. They’re simply not… Read more
