So I am tired. Night birds are singing and I begin to sing along.

I sing to myself impatiently:

Send me a postcard darlin'
Send me a postcard now
Send me a postcard darlin'
Send me a postcard now!

A journey, expedition, pilgrimage, escapes! Starting right here.

In my mind I am walking, measuring out steps, then standing still again, counting a heartbeat. I'm hostile to all endeavours while yearning for some kind of transport.

Yes, and in longing for passage, I think of Sebald saying:

"Everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, and a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theatre is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?"

But I am not yet dreaming.

A box of postcards by the bedside reveal a scene of Venice, Luridly coloured with a shamefully false sunset, another shows a 60s model with an umbrella hitching by a roadside. I write on the back:

I don't know what I'm thinking
and I don't know what I should think.

I take a pause to consider dreamtime's shifting landscapes and locations. Conjuring the principle characters from Bunuel’s Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, they appear, all walking together through the countryside. There seems to be no destination in sight, only the endless open road as they march onwards.

We're on the road to Nowhere!

Another postcard of a spacious room with a chandelier and a geranium on a table. No inscription.

I see Deleuze in a hallway of mirrors. That great nomadic thinker, Gilles Deleuze, who rarely left his own apartment. All his journeys were those of the mind. He writes his own:

If I don't move, if I don't travel. I have had, like everyone, trips sitting still.

Here is one of a sailor reading a book. On the other side it says:

Okay Big Boy! Put The Kettle On.

Well now I have you, the reader in my sights. As companions we then should set about our sightseeing tour, in search of direction, seeking signposts and landmarks along the way. Let's go Corpse Exquise; a head, a torso and some legs to walk with. It's a place to start out. We have the alphabet and a few good games of chance. There are many ways to begin.