Travel? One need only exist to travel. I go from day to day, as from station to station, in the train of my body or my destiny, leaning out over the streets and squares, over people’s faces and gestures, always the same and always different, just like scenery.

It is in us that scenery is scenic. If I imagine it, I create it; if I create it, it exists; if it exists, then I see it like any other scenery.

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveller. What we see isn’t what we see but what we are.

-Fernando Pessoa. The Book of Disquiet.