so long as you're not sitting on a fence you're going somewhere...

came across this intro paragraph while writing an essay:

There is an old story in which a couple of tourists, driving on an English country road and hopelessly lost, stop to ask directions from a local inhabitant who happens to be sitting on a fence by the road. “Excuse me”, they ask “What’s the best way to get to Canterbury?”.  He thinks for a while. “Well” he finally says, “if I were you, I wouldn’t start from here.” Those who sit on fences may imagine otherwise, but the directions we take unavoidably begin where we are, and in relation to where we have been.
-Burgin, Victor; In/different spaces: place and memory in visual culture.