Went through the forest… wet and warm. High moisture, but the smell of grass, trees, mud, and grimy scraps… it’s like I never left.
Tomorrow to Austria. 6 years since I was there. I wonder if places define us… the places that I went to before I even knew them as places with specific purpose. Why did I go to Austria in the first place? more than 10 years ago… why?
And if i retrace the path… Shanghai, Vancouver… These places, like the forest, I’ll never leave.

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