The wanderer is alone. He is but a single leaf drifting in a forest, relishing in the anonymity granted by the countless cities that shelter him.
He will lose himself dancing among the spices of endless food and the flickering lights of faceless buildings before him.
But perhaps by choice or perhaps by destiny, the wanderer will learn. Solitude is but another transient state of existence; the world will find him somehow.
And with every discovery the wanderer makes, with every human connection he nurtures from a lonely twilight to the birth of another dawn, with every first goodbye before his next flight, the wanderer will arrive a step closer to whatever he is searching for.
– At time of posting in Hong Kong, it was 86 °F – Humidity: 79% | Wind Speed: 10km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear