It is from where we have come and to where we are going which defines us. Each step in the walk of life contributes unknown and unseen factors towards the accompaniment of who we are, together compiled into a singularity of who we are.
In the strange and mystical places of the world there lie just about us so many lands and cultures that a lifetime might elapse and it is still one alone which we are trying to understand. To foreign shores and distant reign the wandering road of life seeks to bring us a glimpse into the worlds we have never known. In a sense, each day spent in wander is like the charting of a land whose boundaries have never been placed on the map. Indeed, the world is only as small as we permit, and the act of a solitary step is alone the first unto realising the unknown.
As the winds take me towards places I might have never known to live across the seas, I have struggled with a way of holding them all to the same perspective and hold in memory. Photographs and film are a window to capture those lands, but lie secluded and disentwined. To each they serve their own end, alone and worlds apart. And so, like those explorers so many generations before me, I have begun the charge of building the world not as it is, but as it is known. Cities and roadways and the drive for seeing strange and wonderful things are what build our understanding of the world; those places we live bearing the most distinction as a monument to our time there. Whether to a single country or a patchwork of all those yet to pass beneath my feet, it is the map of the world and its people that slowly builds colour and shape and perspective, and until those starcast nights and churning seas and howling winds and footpaths connected to the lands of civilization only by the leagues between, I will carry on to see the world as the wayfaerer lives: Lost in motion.
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