The word march derives from the French word Marcher, to walk, earlier to trample. To march is to move forward, advance relentlessly, to forge ahead, keep on. A march is a long journey on foot. Another version of march is a piece of land in-between two countries that is not owned by either. It is a border, frontier, boundary or margin. This version of march comes from the Old English word mark which means impression or trace. A mark is an object or other indication of the existence or passing of something. Combining these meanings of march, a marcher is someone who walks, forges ahead and keeps on. It is someone who is in-between, walking in the margins, who goes on long journeys on foot and leaves marks as he passes.
Arrant means all-out, absolute, complete, through and through, in every respect, undiluted. It is a variant of errant which means wandering, drifting, rambling. Errant also means straying from the accepted course, lawless, deviant, behaving wrongly, going outside the proper area. To err is to move about aimlessly or irregularly. Another version of errant means to travel about in search of adventure.
I am Marcher Arrant, an all-out walker who wanders in the margins looking for adventure, leaving marks when passing. I have spent my entire life fervently walking, searching, yet never finding. In order to survive being without a telos or identity I had to make walking and wandering itself as my telos and identity. I am now a man obsessed with walking and being lost.
In this site I share my obsession with walking, wandering, being lost. This site contains photos (all mine unless otherwise noted) of the markings I leave as I walk as well as other photos of my walks. This site also contains things which I have found that relate to walking, wandering, and being lost such as songs, literature or art.
