When a trip is a return
Travelling, always feeling in the unknown and at home at the very same time, and knowing that you do not have, that you do not own a home. A traveller is always a stray, a stranger, a guest.
And so the traveller understands that you can never really own a house, a space cut out of the infinity of the universe, but only stay there, for one night or for the rest of your life, with respect and gratitude. It is not for nothing that the journey is first and foremost a return journey and teaches us to live more freely in our own homes.