Embedded in the strands of travel lies a language. Each binary string dwindling, inviting understanding. 01001011 01101111 01101100 01110011 00101101 11001000 01100001 01001101 01101111 . Decode, yet unsought meaning eludes many. Listen to the roots rather than the arms of the compass.
Paths are endless. And along them stories accumulated: ones we carry; ones we can never reach. The binaries narrate not just maps but tales of vowels and consonants dancing histories into present absences.