“… everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small
number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of
your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you
can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more,
perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
I am sending you a postcard...
…We’re not tourists, we’re travelers. A tourist is someone who thinks about going
home the moment they arrive. Whereas a
traveler might not come back at all…”
~Paul
Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
