Traveling provides occasions for shaking oneself up but not, as people believe, freedom. Indeed it involves a kind of reduction: deprived of one’s us….

A journey does not need reasons. Before long, it proves to be reason enough in itself. One thinks that one is going to make a journey, yet soon it is….

That day, I really believed that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like wat….

In the end, the bedrock of existence is not made up of the family, or work, or what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are….

Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you..