We all have before us multiple roads, but only one leads us to ourselves. Maybe freedom means always seeing all the roads available and only taking the one we are meant to follow.
The road we travel here crosses five emotional landscapes: loss, search, dream, falling in love and construction. Beyond the pilgrimage awaits the sky, the star, the cosmos… the sense of being suspended in that unfathomable nothingness.
Black bird, white dove, it is not fear that lives in the wind. Don’t stray from your nest and return to the font and quench your thirst.