I'm a geographer, which doesn't mean I'm a cartographer, though I do enjoy a good map or two. Rather, for myself at least, it is to flaunt the archaic, to trace the primordial, to broaden peripheries and embrace novel culture. I dabble in sketching, dip into philosophy, seek immortality through love and hence prize solidarity... Yet I'm eccentric and finicky, so oft condemned to find solace in solitude or at best camaraderie. Inamorata are out there, or so I am told, but with 3 billion women to charm and peruse, is it any wonder at all that my eyes are still fixed so firmly on my globe?