There’s something about unfamiliar surroundings that draws out one’s truest self.
The story and characters are foreign, the plot devoid of your “name.”
There is no choice but to be who you are and so discover yourself all over.
The allure is neither the destination nor journey.
It’s an externally expressive distancing of self from choreographed character.
So spread your mind across the miles of mountains and bury your fears beneath the ocean.
Try on the thoughts that were never the right time to wear and dawn a new name.