Travelling from the inside. Out.
So when travelling for an extended period or to more than 3 or 4 different cities and/or countries I caught myself opening with similar lines of dialogue and revealing my intentions with similar explanations in each interaction.
Whenever somebody asked me where I had been, how long I had travelled for, where I’d be heading next, where I’m from – I’d always have a response in the chamber to be sent down the barrel of my mouth.
It became so robotic that I started to listen to myself speaking about it mid-sentence and I became enwrapped in a maddening echo chamber where my spoken words and thoughts fought over each other.
I decided, without any particular motive but for the sake of different reaction, to vary my responses henceforth.
When people asked me why I had travelled I offered reasons ranging from; escaping England, getting away after a messy breakup…
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