The Scritching Post

                        Travel. It's a mainstay in human life. All day every day we travel. We walk, we drive to work, to school, we drive back, we commute to the grocery store, to the bank. Humans are always on the move. In modern society, we see movement like this as an inconvenience. With the modernization of delivery, the influx of food to your door apps like UberEats and DoorDash, the grocery delivery apps like InstaCart, the online stores like Amazon, we have come to a point in human history where travel is dwindling. But there was once a time where travel was not only a major part of human life, it was human life. We as a species were meant to travel, to move, we were intended to be nomadic. Richard Grant states in his book "American Nomads" (a PHENOMENAL read that I couldn't suggest enough) that humans from infancy are grown accustom to travel and movement by the rocking by mothers as a way of soothing. From t...

         Thoughts of Me       an introduction to my style of prose      With as much thinking, pondering, writing, so on and so forth and the like, I figured it best to start a blog, a place to publicly share my thoughts and prose, poetry and entries, and all other writings. Let it be known, here and now, that my writing is not structured, it is not formatted, it is visceral, spontaneous, it is true and honest, it is me. That it how I think thus that is how I write, unedited and honestly. I write much like the late great Kerouac, straight from mind to pencil to page.       My writing varies depending on the feelings I'm delving into at the time. I try to pen most of my work on travel, as that is a major fascination of mine. The wide world and all it has to offer, the people, the places, the landscapes and the stories, all of it needs to be chronicled and shared with those who have yet to meet them, see them, and ...