occident

It's an annual pilgrimage of sorts. He makes the trip west to a new destination to taste something new. Always west of where he is now, he'll move to find another adventure. His caramel skin is leathered from sun and rain, but he doesn't mind. Each voyage is another hole he fills in his mental map. He's taken millions of photographs of all the places he's lived, breathing their air, drinking their coffee, touching their ground. No one has seen these pictures though because his travels limit his companionship. But for him, it's okay, because he is learning to discover himself.