[Dérive Project: No Love Lost]  ‘Some of these rambles led me to great distances; for an opium-eater is too happy to observe the motions of time. And sometimes in my attempts to steer homewards, upon nautical principles, by fixing my eye on the pole-star, and seeking ambitiously for a north-west passage, instead of circumnavigating all the capes and headlands I had doubled in my outward voyage, I came suddenly upon such knotty problems of alleys, such enigmatical entries, and such sphinx’s riddles of streets without thoroughfares, as must, I conceive, baffle the audacity of porters, and confound the intellects of hackney-coachmen.’ Thomas Penson De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater **the role of imagination and the power of dreams to transmute the familiar nature of our surroundings into something strange and beautiful.
June 4, 2012

[Dérive Project: No Love Lost] 

‘Some of these rambles led me to great distances; for an opium-eater is too happy to observe the motions of time. And sometimes in my attempts to steer homewards, upon nautical principles, by fixing my eye on the pole-star, and seeking ambitiously for a north-west passage, instead of circumnavigating all the capes and headlands I had doubled in my outward voyage, I came suddenly upon such knotty problems of alleys, such enigmatical entries, and such sphinx’s riddles of streets without thoroughfares, as must, I conceive, baffle the audacity of porters, and confound the intellects of hackney-coachmen.’ Thomas Penson De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater **the role of imagination and the power of dreams to transmute the familiar nature of our surroundings into something strange and beautiful.

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