The Flight of Icarus

This claustrophobia has paid off and I’ve recovered just a little bit from cabin fever. I finished Achebe’s “Things fall apart”. Now I’m reading Murakami’s “A Wild Sheep Chase”. If I finish this, it would seem that I’d have traveled to two countries now: Japan and Nigeria. I think I’ll go to Ireland next and read McCourt or probably go back to old France and read another Sartre. I tried pulling off a Dostoevsky, I tried, but only ended up promising myself I’d read at least one of his in my lifetime…but not anytime soon. I would have to be extremely, severely, absolutely totally bored to achieve such a feat. Meanwhile, here's one of the photos from Ralph bagares' oeuvre...featuring me, of course (hehe) :