The Science of Travel

I do remember. Not the losing, but the moment I stopped needing to explain myself.

I didn’t mean to write a physics paper. I meant to write a truth. That travel isn’t about escape. It’s about existence.

When we move — when we walk, shift, spiral, shift again — we’re not running away. We’re becoming real.

When the Music Matched the Math

“Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?”

Me? I’m the girl who believed motion meant something. The girl who listened when Alice said “Who in the world am I?” And who understood what Pooh meant when he said:

“I always get to where I’m going by walking away from where I’ve been.”

So I wrote it down. A theory. An equation. A spiral. A beginning.

They called me crazy. And they weren’t wrong.

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“Does that make me crazy? Possibly.”

But maybe the crazy ones aren’t the problem.
Maybe they’re the first to remember
How to move with purpose.
How to fall through rabbit holes.
How to follow honey trails instead of maps.

Clocks, Spirals, and Honey

“I wasn’t in a lab. I was booking flights to Bloem.”

I’m Not Dr Martini

For the record — I’m not Dr Martini.
I’m  “JUST” a travel agent.

While I was booking a car rental, confirming a guesthouse, and sorting out flights to Bloemfontein, I was also writing this theory.
Somewhere between price checks and passport names, the spiral clicked.

Because maybe the universe isn’t made of atoms and quarks.
Maybe it’s made of motion, purpose, and excellent tea.

If that sounds like you? Welcome.
This isn’t a destination.
This is movement.
This is Chapter Zero.