How many times have I stood on this platform.. in the liminal space between home and away, the familiar sounds, smells and sights. I often imagine travel as a tearing, pushing and dragging through time. pushing forward to a future potential whilst leaving behind an already concretised past. It leaves one simultaneously exhausted and hyper stimulated. sometimes taking hours or even days to recover. Travel really is bearing the sum of two parts, bearing the tension of the opposites. The result? a third, new thing.