I am a daydreamer, and today I became paralyzed after learning that my daily dose of daydreams has seemingly turned into reality. Solace In Motion shares slices of my faded memory, formed long before this realization sunk into my subconsciousness. In a search for daydreams and an escape from reality, I propel myself once again into this journey of something I don’t quite understand. In this hazy reverie twenty-something angst, it is constant motion which becomes the solace.
Thomas Jefferson wrote to his nephew, Peter Carr, that young travelers “return to their home as to a place of exile & condemnation. Their eyes are forever turned back to the object they have lost, & its recollection poisons the residue of their lives. Their first & most delicate passions are hackneyed on unworthy objects here, & they carry home the dregs, insufficient to make themselves or anybody else happy.”