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To Live Is To Work. Tales From The Walk Behind Me, NO.11

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
The Last Stretch. Arzua, Galicia. Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: SUFFERING, IDEAS OF A GOOD TIME. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.10

Where has the time gone…

Well I’m not that surprised, time is the most illusive thing perhaps. Regardless, here we are another year older, another year wiser –maybe.

With respect to this series of blog posts that I have titled “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”, what started off as a goal to edit and publish them within two weeks from March 2020 has evolved to a slow close going into the 4th quarter of 2022 –two years past its origin. And in thinking about it, it sounds like some other all too familiar story that we’ve been hearing about on repeat within that same timeframe.

The last tale (NO.10) was published almost a year ago from today as we’re sitting at the 8 or 9 month point currently. But for anyone out there patiently putting their life on hold for me to drop the next one of these bad boys in the series, I am sorry. I must say, though I’m not sure if anyone is actually reading these, I am all too content to be posting them anyway.

**Insert gratifying sigh here**

But again, time has flown by and the work–my work– has been plentiful.

I have taken a hiatus on everything else, that being creating new notebook designs for my Etsy Shop, dropping new posts on my Instagram channels—@ Tikitakamalikilaka / @ Littermature — and of course, keeping up with the enjoyable process of publishing new blog posts for this website. (Littermature.com, In case you didn’t know where you were. It’s okay, it happens.)

Over the past two years, all of my effort has gone into two things:

  1. A children’s book that has been on the backburner since 2017, which I am now on the verge of completing
  2. A journaling crash course to which I can now say is released and out there for the world to take on.

To plug it in

“Make It Stick, Write It Down: A Journaled Philosophy. A crash course journaling philosophy that can help transform your life into an empowered quest for happiness, purpose, and deeper meaning.”

My God, am I sick of saying that!

Well, not really. Sick of typing it is more like it, as I have been tediously updating the links and informational landing pages on this blog since releasing it earlier this month.

And since I’ve intrigued you, here is the promotional video I have made to compliment the course that is available now on Udemy.

CLICK HERE to learn more

Going forward, let me tell you a little back story into it.

Initially, I first wrote Make It Stick, Write It Down: A Journaled Philosophy in 2019 that was released as an ebook/audiobook just before the pandemic kicked itself off.

Soon after moving to England in September 2020, I felt it necessary to outline a more detailed crash course to expand on the original 18 chapters behind the philosophy depicted in the original material. And of course, what started as a small evolution naturally expanded into a bigger one that took nearly 2 years to complete up until this point.

Even still, there are some after the fact finishing touches that I’d like to make, but the work is done, and I am happy and excited to share the material that has been produced.

To tie everything together, the Make It Stick philosophy was a life long creation, however, it came to fruition with explicit clarity soon after completing my last Camino pilgrimage in 2019, which is where these Tales From The Walk journal entries stem from.

Full Circle

To come full circle then, this blog post here right now epitomizes the necessary labouring that I’ve endured to produce the content over these last two years. Here we are then, talking about it with a philosophical thought that preceded it, but has now succeeded it entirely in its reflection.

Does that last statement even make sense?

I don’t know, but I’m sure there is a proper word or phrase to describe exactly what has happened within the reference, but my thesaurus skills are at bay right now as I prepare to seek refuge for the night.

So Goodnight.

…

And Good morning.

I am now back up to write again in the wee hours of the morning to finish off these next few sentences before setting off to work.

You see, this is my life now:

Wake up, make my coffee, get onto my personal work– crash course, children’s book, blog, or whatever the next step is. Then I go to my day job. Afterwards, I go for a run or have a workout–or both. Then it’s time for dinner followed up with some more computer work if my timing permits it. Finally, I go to sleep only to wake up at 6am again to another coffee, and more computer work before heading off to my day job again to continue the cycle.

This alone doesn’t fully capture the tediousness of most days, especially without pointing out all of the general chores that life has to offer us daily, which we are all obligated to.

Regardless, if it sounds tiring, it is. I’m tired all the time.

But this isn’t a complaint.

Because in saying that some days most days are totally exhausting, my mind and emotional spirit feels extremely resilient.

Mostly, I feel content and very happy, and the exhaustion is a natural byproduct of a solid effort to pursue my personal goals and ambitions wholeheartedly.

Rest is illusory, as we seek and crave it all too often. And as mentioned in Make It Stick Write It Down, with rest we grow restless as we seek to eventually exhaust ourselves further….

…We have an impression that we work to build up a security so that we may one day rest,
where we can one day stop “working” – The age old fantasy in retirement.

But that day will never come, because we are here to toil in work, to put effort into, to overcome, and exhaust the time in our day— To slumber, to wake, to repeat our work yet another day.

When our journey is done, and we’re ready for rest, we grow restless because we have no “work” left.

In which case, we burn to embark towards new journeys to work on, and quest until our time is up— Until we come to meet our true rest that comes with our deaths…

– G. Kourtesiotis, Make It Stick, Write It Down: A Journaled Philosophy. (2019)

Currently at the ripe old age of 33, i am still very young.

Clearwater Lake, 2019. British Columbia, Canada.

But in looking back on my even younger years, this is all I could’ve asked for–to feel totally satisfied with my life path and journey.

The link between meaningful work and personal satisfaction–“happiness” if you will– is one that can’t be understated. And truthfully, this is what sits at both the core of the Make It Stick journaling philosophy, and the main point to emphasize within the context of this blog post.

Right, I wont delay things any longer to let you get on with reading further, and on with your time –If you wish.

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 11 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

Life is all about work, Here is no. 11…

Continue reading “To Live Is To Work. Tales From The Walk Behind Me, NO.11” →

SUFFERING, IDEAS OF A GOOD TIME. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.10

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
Baamonde. Galicia, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: SOWN OATS. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.9

Suffering is fine.

We can’t escape suffering because there are a million things to suffer over.

You can learn a lot listening to the words people say, in particular to their personal expression of suffering, regardless how miniscule. Funny enough, the feeling of suffering itself–or the idea of it– is something that we find community in.

“Is it 5 o’clock yet?”

“Is it 5 o’clock yet?” is probably something that is said incessantly around workplaces across the globe. It is classic workplace banter to lighten the mood between coworkers who have been brought together in a place to collect a paycheck and to go home. In a way, it’s a way for people to “out pain” each other.

It is a deceiving question, for some it may be genuine, and for others it may be something to just say…. Heck, I myself have said it to coworkers assuming it is something the other person would like to here, or to just break away awkward silences.

These days I have nipped that behavior in the bud as I try to refrain from saying things that I don’t genuinely mean, or even opt out from saying anything at all–Silence is underrated!

In any point, if suffering is truly abundant in this world then we must learn to enjoy the suffering.

This is something to think about often, at least for myself. Heck, I came home the other day utterly exhausted from the physical effort of my day job– A standard 8 hour shift with no real food or break, largely due to my own choosing.

My last substantial meal is the night before, my breakfast is a coffee with some oat milk, and I take 15 minutes just shy of noon to down a protein shake, a banana and a square of chocolate. I am entitled to 30 minutes but I cut it short because when I am done dusting off my jeans and shirt and fueling myself, I’d rather just get back to work.

When I come home, I down some BCAA’s and hit the gym for an extra hour. I usually pop into the grocery store after that to pick up a bag of groceries. I then drive back home and lug that bag up three levels to the apartment my girlfriend and I rent out where I’ll clean up and finally sit down for my first solid meal in 24 hours.

At that point, I’ll throw on Love Island with Jess, check out for the night, and set out on the same routine for the following morning.

Does it sound like work? Maybe, but to me it’s just life— more specifically, it’s life for right now.

It’s a standard working experience, but I try to be as productive as much as possible through my days in my own personal vocations– like this website (Littermature.com) my writing, my e-book, my notebooks, my in the works lifestyle crash course philosophy on Udemy, and other projects I’m meddling in.

But of course, the brief description of my daily routine underscores the true essence of the suck that is endured through my day. It’s not about rating the difficulty of my routine in weighing it up against others, because every life has it’s own unique qualities and exhaustive hardships to it–the point is to love it or to seek change in your lifestyle is if you don’t!

My reasons for my routine are specific to me, and I am sure you have your own reasons for the doing the things that you do in the way that you do them. Again, if you don’t have your reasons, then you better figure them out, and quick!

A depressing reality is one where we feel a lack of control in our lives. The satisfaction of purpose is found in the choices we intentionally make for reasons that we understand and enjoy.

Personally, I like my routine because it doesn’t feel like suffering. I like the feeling of an empty stomach at work–it keeps me focused, level headed, and alert, I am more productive. I like going home feeling tired only to pick up some shorts and a t-shirt to hit the gym–I love the physical, emotional, and spiritual byproducts of physical fitness. I like coming home feeling wiped out looking up the last staircase to lug a heavy bag of groceries up–it’s the final stretch of discomfort or effort before unwinding.

These little moments of suffering epitomize the slow death of life.

After all, from our moment in birth life is simply a clock slowly ticking towards death. Interestingly enough, our day is organized by the very same clock ticking down our rise and fall through wake to slumber.

It might seem depressing, but it’s really just what life is reduced to in the grand scheme of things, where fulfillment boils down to the variety that we meaningfully choose between ourselves for ourselves.

In kind, our hours are filled with a range of experiences that embody the fight to survive that very same day, every day. And regardless of the differences between ourselves, it is these little moments that make our life fulfilling if we choose to see it that way.

As I have said before, it is the simple and little things that bridge meaning and reveal life’s beauty for us to experience. Our life then, is made in choosing how we suffer.

What choice are we left with, but to embrace the suffering.

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 10 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

EXPERIENCE IS A STATE OF MIND, Here is no. 7…

Continue reading “SUFFERING, IDEAS OF A GOOD TIME. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.10” →

SOWN OATS. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.9

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The Reward Is In The Work
IN CONTINUATION FROM: FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.8

Hindsight is a funny thing

We can look back on our experiences to say, “Ha, I knew it!” or “Dang, I shouldn’t have done that!” or “Good thing I did that!”

In whatever way my own personal reflection of the past comes to me these days, I am always taken aback by where I am in my moments in the unfolding of my life. I feel that has been consistent with perspective over the years in that I am blown away by my own story.

Sorry, I don’t mean to come off in a showboating manner, but I genuinely love life that much… The thing is, I am not doing anything particularly crazy or totally unimaginable. I am simply living day by day in my own personal routines of fulfillment and I love every minute of it.

I’m on such a high all the time, and I feel so grateful to have that experience.

No, I don’t take drugs– Sure, I have smoked marijuana a few times, and I do enjoy a crisp cold pint on hot summer days. But my drug is grace.

I am grateful to have the experiences and mental perspectives that brought me here, more importantly, the capacity for me to recognize it.

I get down sometimes, but even the bottom has element of enjoyment to it, and that is the reason why I typically like to hold the viewpoint that life is still good, even when it isn’t.

We’re in for it.

I don’t know what “IT” is just yet, and I can’t say I have met many people that do. But whatever the future holds for us as individuals is still going to be marvelous— depending on how we choose to look at it.

In the moment of now, I count the blessings I have to experience and for my experiences of the past… I look to my own predictions of the future and relish in whatever moment I find myself in currently as I weigh the potential of impermanence to set itself in.

A common example that is becoming increasingly more extravagant is the luxury of driving as an experience in itself. Beautiful country side panoramas on my way to work in the morning with whatever genre of music I spotted up onto the radio. Beautiful, life is good, and I will remember the feelings of these moments sometime from now when the choice to seek out that experience eludes me alltogether.

The beauty in life is made with life’s simplest pleasures… And though the automobile is fundamentally complex, it is simple in the sense that it is a commonality of modern life.

Life is too short to bicker and bitch about it. But if you choose to do so, the least you can do is to learn to enjoy it.

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 9 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

EXPERIENCE IS A STATE OF MIND, Here is no. 9…

Continue reading “SOWN OATS. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.9” →

FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.8

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
The Fork In The Road Will Take You There. Hervedosas, Asturias. Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: if you can push, you can pull– TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.7

Stir Crazy.

As conflicted of an individual as I am, I find that I am still headstrong.

I attribute this to my innate stubbornness–It’s a Capricorn thing, At least that’s what my mom always used to say still says.

I imagine that I am not alone in my emotions as I find that my mental fortitude is spinning itself a bit more than usual. Perhaps it’s the “new country, no job” financial hurdle that I am so used to experiencing.

Yes that’s exactly what it is, however, the only difference is that things are looking very slim given the circumstances. All these mandatory impositions that keep presenting themselves in ways that prolong them. I admit, it’s all very persistent, highly disciplined, and organized— Something to learn from for my own execution.

It is easy to feel powerless when things seem too big to grasp. Though, what I feel does work in my favor is that I don’t really care too much about the circumstances that present themselves anyway. I may feel overwhelmed by them just like anyone else, I am also quick to realize that even the worst case scenario can be favorable if you look at it that way– lost at sea with no land in sight, you still have a choice in which direction to swim.

Well take what you will out of this little vented moment, but one thing is becoming intuitively clearer by the day– that things have only just started to swing in this free-for all of transition in the world.

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

There’s a fight coming, but, we must not lose ourselves in the process.

integrity matters!

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 8 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

EXPERIENCE IS A STATE OF MIND, Here is no. 8…

Continue reading “FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.8” →

IF YOU CAN PUSH, YOU CAN PULL. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.7

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
Better Late Than Never. Argumosin, Asturias. Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6

2020, 2021… 2022?–What a real knee-jerker!

Here we are in an ongoing pandemic, people are losing their livelihoods, their sanity, and more.

The lid of society has blown right off.

Though the situation itself is very stark, I find myself making whatever moves I can for my envisioned lifestyle.

I left the great Canadian land in September 2020 only to make new ground in the United Kingdom. This transition was not for recreation, but one for love, as the chances that I have taken for this new chapter in life are for her. –Gosh, what a sap story.

What I would like to emphasize is that we always have an option for ourselves to make, even when we think that there aren’t any left. This is something to realize more, and more with my growing age as I am continually tested both on my own terms, or through others.

We are limited only by our mind in the pursuit of our own greatness. I can’t stress this enough.

“But I can’t do this, or that, or that and this…”

-Says Someone

I never said that things come easy, because they don’t. Far from it, as there is always a compromise, or sacrifice to make, or even a fight to handle. When it comes to chasing down the things that we truly yearn for, our work is cut out for us and the multitude challenge to overcome.

Though we all may find ourselves at an utter standstill currently, take the necessary steps to line up your interests as best as you can for yourself as seemingly insignificant as that may seem.

2020 has been weird, and 2021 is only getting weirder, but every day is another great day to be alive!

This past year has been a great period of transition and transformation for many, and myself included. The best part is that there isn’t a single day to go by without finding something to smile over.

So go ahead, throw whatever you will at me because I still love life!

Life and being alive is great regardless of all the bullshit that you may hear, or may be unimpressed with along the way. It’s just a matter of seeing it for yourself.

Don’t let these hard times ruin your impression of humanity –Follow your heart, genuinely.

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 7 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

EXPERIENCE IS A STATE OF MIND, Here is no. 7…

Continue reading “IF YOU CAN PUSH, YOU CAN PULL. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.7” →

CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
Oh Sweet Irony!!!!
IN CONTINUATION FROM: THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

another day in the 2020 paradise

Hi how are ya? — Good, You — Okay great…

**Insert Awkward Silence.**

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 6 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

a word of advice, don’t offer others your unsolicited advice – sweet irony, Here is no. 6…

Continue reading “CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6” →

THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

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Basque Country – Gipuzkoa, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.

Good evening/morning/night whatever — I’m not always sure how to start these things.

It’s funny how we are “trained” to formally present our thoughts in structured essay format. Sure, I guess it helps to be literate, but when is enough enough in order to effectively deal with the grey and unnorganized chaos in the world that is wholefuly represented with the poignance of a grammatically incorrect sentence?

Perhaps a little too extreme of a point to start off with alongside the irrelevancy of this point with the context of the post ahead…

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 5 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

There is a strong warrior in all of us! Here is no. 5…

Continue reading “THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5” →

TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.

Posted on by littermature in Art, Poetry, Creative Writing, Life Tips, Travel, Other
Coastal Cape Along The Camino Norte – Punta Escalar, Asturias, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.3 – I’M RICH BECAUSE WALKING IS MY PURPOSE

This is a little bit more manageable, it feels good to complete each journal to hit publish.

I do hope that these are interesting reads for whoever sets eyes on them. For myself, I am vividly placed into the moments of my memories to re-live the experience for another day.

How beautiful thought is, more-so, how beautiful is writing to be able to trigger imagination and emotion within the brain.

Miraculous, life is marvelous!

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 4 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

This one is spicy! Here is no. 4…

Continue reading “TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.” →