Departing from familiar surroundings, I am fascinated by the possibility of not being myself, during the journey, nothing more than a series of hooks; to be caught somewhere for a while and unable to stay there, to detach without feeling pushed away...
To wander aimlessly, to venture into unknown places and to come out with your head spinning, to be someone who doesn't know how to behave - when taken, for example, to a café with hookahs in Cairo or when finding oneself for the first time in a Glasgow pub full of drunken workers - and to be surprised to realize that despite all this, you can still move on, with only your ignorance as company. Nothing is urgently needed. Homo Viator discovers the scarcity of existence. This knowledge is his only luxury...