The Netherlands

I once believed a journey had to move forward to count. The canals were unconvinced. They invited me to cross, turn back and see the same corner from the other side.

At the beach I watched a line that never arrived. It was simply there, farther than my plans. I tried drawing it without making it into a boundary.

The line stayed a little crooked. That was the first version I trusted.

An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.