Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly， you leave marks behind， however small. And in return， life—and travel—leaves marks on you.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
