I wander through the City as all of us do; its an experience, its a belief, its... a way of life. Though our reasons differ, our cities, our homes, our secret places offers a seemingly infinite resource of artefacts for us to ponder and gather in the many realms of our momeries. Yes, we take from them moments in time and experience, yet we sacrifice something: a small change here a slight deformity of place or that sudden fracture of obduration that cause us to question the purpose of our daily exploring and souvenir collecting.

I am a Traveler.

A child wandering through a Strange World.

Everyday I take home some part of my experiences, to hold them, to cherish them and to remember them. They are my souvenirs. They are my histories and ultimately they are the things which I must leave behind (for Others whom I've met thoughout my travels will have taken some part of me for their own histories).

I'm a passenger of time. A transitor between two points. Memory and discovery. Am I going back to the past or departing towards the future? The sound of empty suitcases, the silence of the unknown, yet full of noisy newnesses.

Am I leaving?

Am I arriving?

Is there a line dividing these ephemeral movements or are they indeed connected with a blurred threshold?

I am a constant traveler. Through the everyday. Through the next day. Through the unknown via the known. In every hour and in every place. Am I leaving or am I arriving? Does it matter?

"Partir c'est mourir un peu. C'est mourir à ce qu'on aime. On laisse un peu de soi-même. En toute heure et dans tout lieu"

being a stranger in a place, wherever that may be. does our alien presence invade it? alter it? at least for a second we are part of that scape? and like napoleon take pieces of it for ourselves?

do we find ourselves in these worlds that belong to someone else? flying through their windows, walking through their open doors? realizing this jarring displacement --- we jump out?
and suddenly it closes up and realize we forgot a piece of us was left there ...

and can never retrieve it ...