I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin
The only way she could satiate the feeling of lonely was to press pen to paper, when this was lost to her, she had only an island which she was sentenced to, she wished more than anything she could come and go, for the mundane routines however comforting, never suited her, she felt much more at ease with the presence of passion, new surroundings, sincere words, moving trains, picturesque backdrops. Wanderlust.

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