Paul Johnson sailed the world all his life. He loved, drank, and lived foolish, never truly living on land. Now he is turning eighty. What is at the end of such a journey? Is there loneliness?
Paul Johnson sailed the world all his life. He loved, drank, and lived foolish, never truly living on land. Now he is turning eighty. What is at the end of such a journey? Is there loneliness?
Sorry I should have explained more. It’s definitely on the philosophical side but he’s been living in a self constructed and worked on boat for decades, a true DIY-er in that sense. Maybe it’s actually a little too far out as it’s not a singular project so feel free to remove if you want.
It’s fine with that explanation :)