In Transit

fifteen extra minutes to kill at the Hong Kong International airport, it's all that it takes to set up a blog. Head in the clouds, blue/green mountains in the fog through the windows on my right, Toronto some 12500 km and +12hrs away. I'm in transit. And somehow, I feel like this first post I'm writting while I'm waiting for the flight that will take Sarah and I to Manila is subtly setting the mood for this journey. In transit; between the East and the West, between a linear conception of time and a cyclical understanding of its passage, between the other and the Other, between who I think I am today and the person I will be at the end of this all. In transit between two worlds in which a ton of mini worlds are living. I'm set on a journey to meet the unexpected.