My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.
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I love traveling; it's, like, my perfect escape.
For me, imagination would always provide a means of escape.
Travel, for me, is a little bit like being in love because suddenly, all your senses are at the setting marked 'on.' Suddenly, you're alert to the secret patterns of the world.
Sometimes when I travel, I like to close my eyes and imagine visiting during another era.
Extensive traveling induces a feeling of encapsulation, and travel, so broadening at first, contracts the mind.
For me writing is that place where I can escape; it's where I let my thoughts run wild.
For me, travel happens when I see an interesting opportunity happening.
My brain and body and nervous system, they see a plane ride, a long plane trip, as an opportunity to sleep with nothing coming in, nothing to do. I just go offline the minute I'm on the plane.
My hands, my feet, I throw my whole body to say all that is within me.
Think of the wonderful circles in which our whole being moves and from which we cannot escape no matter how we try. The circler circles in these circles.
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