Trying to explain my own existence as an alien in this world I just moved to. Europe.
The old world. A land full of strangers and coldness. Too many unfamiliar human beings living at the same place, focused on their private square meter. An odd sensation comes to my head at every corner. A mixture of nostalgia and loneliness drives me to escape into my own dark shelter, to rethink where I am, to not fall apart.
There is some mystery for those who are willing to get lost for a while.
Driving myself into the streets of different European cities. Looking for traces of humanity and affection. A walk in circles, a hunt of warmness, a cry for help.