On board the ship, days and nights happen without me noticing the change of light and shadow. The cabin catches me, and I’d the passage of time as I write about the next courses. I’ve developed a kind of thematic index, an inventory of elements and circumstances that will help me maintain the order of ideas. The index is indicative, since as I navigate, the stories alternate according to the interest of the moment. Here is a brief description of its content:
a) – Logbooks
(Where heading, speed, manoeuvres and other navigational adventures are mentioned).
At the time of writing, I understand that things would have been easier if at some point I would record the events with discipline. It was not so, so the reader will have to take these events with great tolerance. At this point, little would contribute to trying to give them a strict chronological order, but perhaps such an order can be intuited as the reading goes on. By the way, I remind you of my rank on this ship: helmsman. I’m just driving. I don’t take orders either. Sometimes I take on the role of a captain and wander in the cellars, delirious because of rum. When I go up to the deck, I cling to the helm and the reality takes on other directions… Then the log becomes a reflection of them.
b) – The seas (Regions in which I sail)
The ship is the same, but the seas I sail vary according to the wind: photography, poetry, painting, crafts, books. From every sea I visited, I barely know its surface and some not too deep stretch. They are too vast to explore them entirety, and since my age does not allow me to undertake such an adventure, I usually sail them or dive its depths up to where I can, and then I change to another region randomly. More details in the course of this journey.
c) – The cabin
Journeys are recorded in a certain place, at a certain time. My cabin allows me privacy and suppression of any task other than to image journeys, then plot a map according to those visions, and drive the ship to a new harbor. Or to just sit on a couch, wandering at the mercy of lazy waves. Or why not, open the window and contemplate the place where the ship is stranded.
d) – Compasses and other instruments.
Compasses, either on land or offshore, are but useless instruments in the hands of a sailor who does not remember spaces or horizons. Thus, there are times when the magnet indicates a course that I cannot glimpse. It is necessary to remain in harbor until winds clear the mist. Which way? Occasionally I lose my compass, and even if I find it later, I don’t know how to interpret it. Magnetic fields, like emotional states, conspired in such a way that there is no rose of the winds capable of guiding me. The sky is a great guide on starry nights, but when the fog hides the stars, one must be the craftsman who designs and builds the devices that can point a course. I also use mechanical and optical instruments that other sailors, pioneers of navigation, manufactured for beginners like me.
e) – Winds and tides.
My ship is not self-propelled. It belongs to the type of vessel that moves on according to external circumstances. Once the wind blows, I choose direction. If the tide designates it, I remain in the harbor and walk. There is always a tavern, a square or a forest from where I can see my boat awaiting. We both know how to wait. The moon takes command.
f) – Sails and anchors
Without sails, a ship barely moves. The sails that pick up the wind are like the pages of a book that can transport you anywhere, they are the kites that you flew when you were a child looking for the heights. Today, when you go out and sail, it is surely with sails tailored for a planned journey. But there are ones other more elaborate, more complex, that can lead us to where no one was before. Those sails, the ones that we must make, should be tailored by our dreams. The anchors? First you have to sail away…
g) – Ropes, knots and nets
They are the elements that hoists or folds the sails that move the ship, or that hold it to the dock. They propel the plot of the voyage or tie the ship to shore. Follow the ropes and you’ll know how the ship got here.
h) – Navigation charts
I got used to make notes. Some of them help me to remember the route: where I walked, the routes I followed, the signs that guided me. Other notes make me easier to return to those places, or to venture to continue sailing. It would be very pretentious if these cartographies could be of help to other travelers, but I’m excited to think that someone takes their own helm trough the inspiration of my sketches.
i) – Notes on harbor
My notebooks and pencils accompany me more than any other instrument. I take them where I go, and I consider them the true depositaries of my beliefs (in both meanings of the term). In them I record what catches my attention, be sketches illustrating future projects, or isolated words that later make me relive the experiences that gave rise to them.
j) – In the open sea
One deploys his sails according to the wind, moderates tensions, and trusts the mirages. Sea in, with the surrounding horizon line dividing two planes, the senses come to flap. Nothing new can be expected from vast anodyne. It doesn’t matter where you turn at the helm: the landscape is the same. Worse is even if one gets bored and decides to let go of the rudder or lower the sails. One must continue until something happens, in the form of a memory, or an unforeseen stimulus, or a trick of the mind. In a small sea, the size of a tub, someone shouted “Eureka.” This is how you navigate when a new sense is awakened, and for an instant, it gives meaning to everything…
k) – Expeditions and wanderings
Unusual places or circumstances, improvisations and encounters with out-of-the-box results, as was assumed.
l) – Terra Incognita (Encounters with the Unknown)
Questions I don’t have answers for. Maybe that’s why I never stop asking myself.
m) – East, West, and the space between them
At one point in my journey I was oriented. To put it somehow, without ever leaving my South, I ‘dis-occidented’ and put my north in the East. I barely sprayed the waves from its shores, but I don’t lose hope of approaching its shores. From my cabin I describe a world that I would may have visited in my dreams.
n) – Rituals of a navigator
Habits, inherited customs, minor vices, call them as you like, but there they are. They don’t bring anything substantial to navigation, but at times they’re the pause some rudders need.
o) – Overseas and beyond: the sailor is absent.
Sooner or later, every sailor receives a vacation which it is impossible to refuse. Predicting events whose alteration is not available to current science, this sailor decides to explain here what should be done with the material on board, the crossings and projects that may have been realized if I would only had more time. Some ports that other navigators may discover are also succinctly described.