walking is as simple as our minds, familiarly drawing ruts in our experience, make it out to be. a repetition, a means towards the multitudes of ends demanded by modern life. we walk to get from one place to another. life is categorized by destinations, milestones, landmarks.

yet - everything happens within the margins. existence is not as regimented or categorical as we make it out to be, obsessive as we are about quantifying, consuming, assigning value and discrete measurement to every aspect of our reality, our being. to walk, to engage in the repetitive, nonproductive act of putting one foot in front of the other, opens us up to a childlike-view of the world if we let it. taking in every part of our environment for as it exists in its absolute form, not simplified by our familiar schemas of naming or value.

"When you really walk, farewell follows farewell all day long" p109

Başucu eseri diyebileceğim bir kitap. Bir kere okumakla bitmez. Hayatınızın hangi devresinde elinize alsanız farklı bir yeri dikkatinizi çekecektir.

Bölümlerden oluşan yapısıyla tarihe mal olmuş önemli düşünür ve kalemşörlerin hayatında yürüyüşün etkisini okumak çok öğreticiydi.

Okusanız seversiniz bence. :)

I never thought I’d pick up a book that ponders the experience of walking, but at a recommendation, I thought, “Why not?” Like walking, this book has moments of grandeur, and then other moments, it drags on for what felt like endless monotony sprinkled in between the best parts. However, I still highly recommend it. The opening chapter is amazing, and the book overall, puts into words what I’ve felt internally about what the walking experience is like - no matter the type of walk one endeavors. It’s a great book for those into evening strolls and/or hardcore hikers.

“Walking means living a life scoured bare (social varnish burned off) unburdened, divested of social skills, purged of futility and masks” (190).