my blood pressure was high. my mind was confused.
you’re stressed, said my doctor. reduce your stress.
you should leave the city, said my shrink. take a vacation. get away from your job. go back to your roots. meander in the countryside.
so i booked passage to southern turkey.
there I found the ancient maiandros (mαίανδρος) river, whence comes the word meander. by strolling along the banks of this winding river, i would by definition be meandering. the river’s modern name is büyük menderes, the turks having owned it these last five hundred and fifty years or so.
where to start, the river’s source (dinar, where are found the ruins of celaenae-apamea) or mouth (on the aegean near samos)? i couldn’t worry about this, as it would cause stress, which i was to avoid at any cost, so i flipped a coin (a turkish lira, 1989; atatürk’s head) and began my meander at dinar.
the river being 341 miles long, it took me some time to negotiate it at a slow pace (i never took more than ten steps without pausing to contemplate the water and my life).
by the time i was done, i felt a lot better.
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