I could have flown.*
Said goodbye from the stars to the hills and the sea to the islands and wind.
I could have gotten on a plane closed my eyes and gone. It would have been a matter of hours, from bed to bed, from home to home. It would have been a moment, of shiver, amazement. Faced with that beauty you only realize while destroying it a little.
I could have spent money and gained time. Instead of which I decided to “limit my carbon print” and go on a different journey.
From within lands and minds, crossing borders and lives, rather than above worlds and humans, flying through time.
So I did.
Put on my walking boots and backpack, rode trains and buses, waited on benches.
So I did.
Tried to decipher alphabets and gazes understand strange words and noises. Lost my ways a couple of times, found others. Watched snow fall children dance strangers live. People be. Learnt of history listened to memories discovered cities’ secret wounds peoples’ burning scars.
So I thought and wrote went quiet for a while.
So I changed leaving small bits of myself behind. Taking a piece of it all as well, every time.
I could not tell about the carbon. If there is a print I feel, though, it is human. That which is the trace you leave on the world and the world leaves on you.
I could have flown. Instead –
I have become.
*audio version available : https://tremble.fr/radio-kos/