On travel.
I got a few rolls of film back from Apertures (I'll post soon). When I look at the photos, I sink back into the places of where I was when I took them.
The mental and physical spaces, the comfort of being alone. I love traveling alone and getting to meet people and a place by myself. It is incomparable with traveling with friends or a loved one. Both have their places, of course.
But traveling alone allows for so much more of the unexpected. Unexpected realizations and journeys in a place but also in your mind.
When you're with someone, it's easy to go with what they want to do and have a shared mental space of, “what are we doing”. When you're alone, you're thinking and observing, there isn't the constant tennis game of conversation to be had with another.
I have met people while traveling that I can retain my space with, I could've easily made them scurry if I was getting tired of the duet so it never felt like too much.
It's much harder to do that with friends and way harder to do that with someone that you love.
I am thinking of where I want to go and have a private conversation with a new experience next.
Some days I pull up Google maps and scroll out to see the possibilities.
I think about these things more on rainy days.
God, Italy sounds nice.