Lisbon

Travel no longer calls to me like it once did. Beyond tasting local flavours, meeting old friends, and stumbling upon small wonders, sightseeing feels like a waste of time, rarely does anything truly amaze me. 

I finally understand why Pessoa never needed to leave home to create entire universe. The joy of wandering the mind is a freedom unlike any other.

Today, I met a guy with a tattoo inspired by Plato’s Origin of Love, the same idea behind Stephen Trask’s song in Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It speaks to something timeless: the longing for a soulmate, someone who truly sees you. Perhaps that, more than any journey, is one of life’s greatest pursuits.