A departure signifies a change, a relocation. From its outset, euphoria marries languor. The travel time feels oppressive. An enthusiasm pushes you one way, whilst melancholy pushes you the other. The hope of arrival is an end in itself. One feels seized, confused and blurry, full and clear, diffuse and whole. An insatiable hunger, in this movement, is finally satisfied. At this moment there are as many fates and vanishing points as horizons to reach, as perspectives to follow.