"It’d all be much simpler if they hadn't fixed upon you those stories of arriving at a place; it would have been enough to teach you to find happiness in stasis. All those stories about following your path… about the path. Who knows, maybe we are actually made to live in a plaza or a public garden, quietly static, letting life breeze by.
Maybe we’re all crossroads; the world needs us to be still. It’d be a disaster to get up, walk away, following the path. What path? Others are paths; I’m a plaza; I lead nowhere; I am a place.”
(Alessandro Baricco, City).