Fleeting Journey

What does a tourist think about after he’s found a place to sleep, had some food, and seen a few of the sights? Marcel Fraser shares his quest for meaning – a path we are all terrified to track. Why am I here? Why am I conscious? Is this it? This book is not a travel guide cataloguing place names and pragmatic details. Rather, the author uses prose as poetry to transform the reader’s experience from the visual to the emotional. As you take this journey with the author, you will discover how travel and solitude can reveal meaning in your own life. By vocation Marcel Fraser is an observer of life, not a writer. He observe his mind, his behavior, other sentient beings, the bird feeding death in the carrion she carries to its young, the broken seashell resounding its story, the solitary atom, the entire cosmos. No discrimination. It is easier to observe life than to live life – a comfortable trap. The author has traveled to countries not mentioned here and written nothing. He was either too busy living or too busy not living. His observations are strewn in raw form as a pointillistic painting or an idea dissected too minutely. But step back and immerse in the whole, and an image emerges. An image of energy constantly changing form. An image of life.