You travel because you need to travel. You discover paper because you begin to wonder how you can possibly remember all of this. You measure stones with your index finger until one day you are completely embarrassed for doing this. You think about before, past, present, you feel as conditional as milk in tea. You begin to understand some things, while retaining great difficulty with others. You begin to be able to feel and forgive your errors, you hurt a little, time passes, you become tired just thinking about the spelling of the word ‘sensorium’. You produce your losses, learn your limit- and survive, thinking ‘human’ must be a term some people use with very little seriousness.