The urgency of travel comes from the failure to stay. When activities have (slowly) become inactivities, the resistence lies in perpetual departures. You carefully craft that very constant of commotions by nurturing the readiness of leaving. “You are the absent one.” someone told you one day. Your gaze fixated on a fleeing focal point, looking (hoping) for a grounding reply. You grant yourself the silence, leaving no traces to prove that you have already left.
First published on HKBU: Agora.