Hello! I am stoked our paths have crossed! You’ve made your way to Worlds Between Lines. If you decide to hang around I can promise some good imagery, candid and explicit renditions on life…without advice, and the inner workings of my brain all spelled out here. I cannot promise my writings won’t jump around wildly, or have any sense of structure—besides the categories and chronological order, non-the-less it’s gonna be one hell of a read. Compile the entries into a book later and it may turn into Jack Kerouac’s cousin read.
When did this website start? Well, Worlds Between Lines was originally set up to document my bicycle tours. But with anything in life, if you leave it to someone else, it has the tendency to get fucked up. I eventually add some of the past bicycle tour entries as well as the untold stories, MP3 recordings, and journal entries that have been buried on scattered hard drives.
What is the purpose of this site? To write down whatever I damn well please. It’s writings of the world through my eyes, transparent, no filter. It’s my attempt to stay sane and perhaps give someone like yourself a reason to look inward and strive for growth, or simply crack open a liquor bottle and drink your way into a week’s worth of hangover. Either way, these entries are my coping skills…to write, photograph, and reflect. You’ll find my deepest opinions and harshest realities written along side my most memorable, enlightened, stoic moments. It may seem idiotic in the day of “privacy” and fears over personal information, but frankly I don’t give a shit.
Lets hit it off, so stick around yeah? Welcome to the open book of Patrick Hendry with all the shit and triumphs that go along with it. Right, last thought…if I offend you I’m sorry very little, however, if you know me personally and offend you, throw me a call.
Patrick K. Hendry