Vagabondage
‘Nothing in the cry of Cicadas suggests they are about to die’. I carry this quote by Matsuo Basho with me whenever I travel. It’s the first thing I write in nearly all my journals and sketchbooks, and for me it points less to the fleeting nature of life and more to the bliss of not knowing how that final chapter will end. Travel colors us and changes us in subtle ways that are most profound. It imparts a certain beauty of impermanence upon us and calls us to return to places we’ve yet to explore. The thrill of not knowing what that next corner will reveal.
