dichotomy of control

On the road

I am at home on the road, helmet-clad. I am tripping, yet in tune with the world. I am one with myself and my machine. Detached from my normal life, from the rat race, from the mundane tasks. A simple switch of lenses; wide-angle to macro—a narrow but crisp and focussed field of vision. Attached to the present—to the self and the machine, and to the world. Attached to being alive, to feeling, and to exploring.