A good friend hands me a ticket to go anywhere in the world. The ticket is to anywhere, so the farther the better I suppose. But how do I balance distance with desire?

Travel always evokes an exciting sense of escape, of at least temporary freedom. Its a fusion of the novel and of the tempting idea of losing oneself in time. One is able to reset oneself, to at least shed this restlessness, if only temporarily.

The challenge is to throw yourself into time with no structure and not succumb to boredom. To find a way to focus on a present where events follow each other in natural succession and each task seems immediate and necessary.

Travel is imminent.