IN 1953 a crazy 50 year old bitch named Mildred, prompted by mystical visions, set out on a walk. She vowed to only carry what could fit in her pockets. She carried no money and would not even ask for food or shelter. She walked like this for 30 years, crossing the United States more than 20 times and also became the first woman to walk the entire Appalachian trail. I tear up every time I think of her. After Mildred Norman, there are no more excuses.
I’m a grown man who trespasses in forgotten places, writing my code-name where no one will see it. I feel myself as a walker errant on a quest as i go through sewers and catacombs looking for treasures that I am sure exist. Peter Pan, what? He has nothing on Marcher Arrant! All children, except TWO, grow-up!
I am the indefatigable walker Marcher Arrant, armed with my meanstreak which knows no equal! Be you Nietzsche or Rimbaud, bow your head and ask for mercy! I am the dragon from the desert! Who comes from nowhere and leaves no trace! Today I traverse the Pyrenees, tomorrow I trample to dust the Alps! –A quote I adapted from one of my favorite movies, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. This is from one of my favorite scenes where Jen defeats an entire restaurant full of kung fu masters.