It's a quiet southern Italian small town. The tin train runs along the dark coastline. In the blue seat carriage, there is only me. I don’t know if I got on the right train or where it’s heading.
On the first day of this trip, I haven’t seen the sea yet, but I can smell the moist and warm air from the sea. The beginning of this journey is full of anxiety, uneasiness, missing someone and a sense of emptiness escaping from tremendous pressure. Although I travel alone every time, this time it feels like someone is missing, a bit empty.
