Discover the poignant journey of one man’s passage through solitude and emotional isolation. On the surface, he appears ordinary, blending into the streetscape. Yet, within him lies a profound empathy for the overlooked fragments of life: the homeless, abandoned houses, desolate railroad sidings, and forgotten freight tracks. These elements, along with the haunting memories of a bygone era, shape his existence. His childhood whispers to him, filled with voices now lost to the earth, offering wisdom and counsel. Through it all, he persists with a quiet determination, moving forward despite the weight of the past.
Kent Cruickshank is a retired US Postal Service letter carrier who has worked as a desk clerk in a public library, trained as a printer, and ran the print shop of a small liberal arts college. He did not learn to drive until he was 38 years old. Kent spent his early years either walking, hitchhiking, or riding public transportation to and from work. He maintains that not having a car was essential to his development, giving him a proletarian education. Kent believes walking is fundamental to the creation of poetic ideas.