After years of roaming unable to decipher the world that surrounds me
with nothing more than the transitory emotions for order, I select to leave having created no relief.
It is not this earth I leave, but this time. I am falling to the instinct remnant of the nomadic existence of my ancestors. Although it may be not of their choosing, I willingly choose;
to be a Bedouin of time and not space. The destination time, that is a passage of unknown consequence.
If I return or happen to survive, I’m not certain of my capabilities to communicate, but will attempt some journal…
