Overwhelmed by the need to entertain, the mountain of luggage, the heat, the cold, their desire to shit with no toilet in sight and no power to control themselves. I have been overwhelmed by having to carry sleeping children too far. Overwhelmed by buses that won't stop, cafes that won't serve, hotels that won't house, children. I want to feel heat on my skin, taste new foods, see first-hand the colours of my imagination. But I am confined to short adventures.
Travel is no longer the periodic wanderings of an inquisitive mind.
I turn around to see Blaze lying on the ground, indenting the earth with her small presence. It is all the sensory help I need. Children have an eye for detail. That indentation is me, too. Work Is more difficult, fractured, elusive.