What's sad about the degradation of our times is that we can still see the potential nature of real places when we come up against them. These old paths, these old stories, these old buildings. We don't need them for nostalgia, or for some artificial sentimental reverie, we need them to function as engines for our own epochal story-making. That's what the blandness of a global market economy will put a stop to. The real tang of each person, as well as each place. All deserving of their stories. Here's some fragments of some I heard along the path. - Will Burns