I haven’t been able to write in a while. I don’t know why – I have travel stories still moving around in my head, turning the corners of roads I have already been. There are life stories that invite me to fall back on memory – there are stories that need no category, that are so unimportant yet they present a little moment in all of life’s infinite moments. There are all these and more, yet only the unimagined brings up life to me. I cannot write, and I cannot think, but I can only dream.And that’s where it all turns around…these days that go spinning by faster and faster, and slower and slower, till you don’t know the difference between the two.