I wanted to travel, with an unfragmented eyes-shut desire, I thought that the unexplorable in me could be found in the outer world, that somehow silently I could move through space and tie myself timelessly to all I Loved and Found. A knot tied itself between and within all I ran through. I would journey along The Way with my torn sweat ridden tickets that swapped themselves over to the untold promise, the swaying paths. Everyone, everyone I saw somewhere had this desire, this very same feeling, I was sure of that. Even non-movers were travellers, turning themselves over under dusty skies, travelling to some space, the same space, where we all opened our suitcases, binocular eyed, to find it.