Man is a restless creature, nomadic at heart.

“Time — how it expands to fill the spaces you create; how it makes meagre experi…”

“...my limbs became leaden, my head light as yarn on a weaver's spindle. My visi…”

“...my mother took a younger man as a lover. They spent all day in her boudoir, …”

“The gorgeous breathlessness and thrilling pulse -- those are sensations that th…”