Across the magnitude of silent continents and haunted oceans, people abandon their bodies to the incomprehensibility of airwaves, a million dots and dashes in slipstream, eager to find their way home; some barely reaching the destination, others never make it quite as far. Nonetheless, to map such a yearning is the overlapping of desires, a common affinity to traverse beyond the inertia of isolation
We will always be homeward bound.
