The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Ideology demands it. Society exacts it. The artist loses his freedom the moment he creates a work of art.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly， you leave marks behind， however small. And in return， life—and travel—leaves marks on you.
