Escape

I have this little routine that I love to do when I travel, if I need to change planes I have two very necessary stops, Starbucks and a Book Store, nothing like sitting around a waiting room with a grande cup of White Chocolate Mocha and a good book that I’m pretty sure I’ll never find back home. On one of my trips I found a book called “Escape, Stories of Getting Away” which is a collection of short stories for anyone and everyone who had dreamt of getting away from it all sounded perfect to me!

Here’s a little extract from the book:

“To escape is human. We enter the world wet, salty, slicked with a coat of hemoglobin, licking, screaming into life with the urgency of one kept too long from a feast which everyone else has long since joined. And yet, once there, we spend so much of our life running off, figuratively and literally, to anywhere but here; to other places, other loves, other states of mind. Escape is not a place, but a border between the real and the imaginary, the faked and the invented, the routine and the fantastic”

Taken from the book “Escape”