My Dear Babies,
This letter has been scheduled to post in the immediate future, as this morning I left for a solo cross-country bicycle trip all the way to God’s Bathtub (Big Sur, California). Jacquelyn will be meeting me there in her car, whereafter we’ll be pitching our tent beside the Henry Miller Memorial Library, across the street from the Pacific Ocean, and setting to work for a while. The trip will cost somewhere around two months, 3,000 miles, through which My Beatnik & I will be drifting steadily northwest, sleeping in backyards or hiding in bushes, racing with lightning and pursuing something about life of which I am still uncertain. I have all the maps I’ll need, but haven’t decided on an exact route to take. Why have direction, when you could have an adventure?
Some days will be unavoidably awful, and I’ll need some encouragement! Please feel free to direct your letters to my personal email, firstname.lastname@example.org Otherwise, you’re welcome to swing through Big Sur anytime throughout the month of October and say hi! If you’re unfamiliar with who Henry Miller is, or what his memorial library is all about, I’d suggest you poke around their website. Besides being the most magical record store, book shop, and general public space (with free coffee and web access), they’re also home to an incredible backyard concert series hosting the likes of Andrew Bird, the Pixies, Fleet Foxes, Joanna Newsom, Animal Collective, and countless others. Henry Miller’s books ‘The Tropic of Cancer,’ ‘The Air Conditioned Nightmare’ and ‘Big Sur & the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch’ taught me many invaluable lessons, chief of which was the realization that no matter where we go, or how hard we try, people will always be sad, people will always be worried, people will always have doubts and every day will be plump with equal parts wonderment and triviality, beauty and tribulation. The solace we seek will not be found “out there,” but only within ourselves. And in the words of Hunter S. Thompson as told to me by a very dear friend in a time of great need: “Trust in god, but row away from the rocks.“
If you or someone you know lives in Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Idaho, Oregon, or California, and would like to take me inside when I’m getting rained on, loan me your laundry room when I’m out of clean socks, show me around your town when I’m ahead of schedule, or direct me to the nearest donut shop at any old time whatsoever, please get in touch with me at the aforementioned email address, which I will be checking lackadaisically, generally, hopefully, and so forth. Meanwhile, I’ll be documenting the adventure on Instagram and elsewhere online. Please take a moment to use the buttons at the top of this email to share with a friend on your Email, Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ pages. But perhaps more importantly: chase your dreams until they kill you. Fear will make you fearless. I hope to someday repay you all; probably in hugs and ice cream…
With Infinite Love & Thanks,
Your Fan, Donivan Berube