I'm standing in a field looking towards the horizon. It occurs to me that I've spent a lifetime doing this. Different fields. Different coastlines. Different countries. Different versions of myself, always finding a line where earth gives itself over to sky. The horizon is a peculiar thing. It promises distance while refusing arrival. However far...
I’m spending the biggest part of the day in one of those luxury hotels, the ones that are so expensive that no detail is left to chance. One significant detail: if you wash your hands in the restrooms...