I always think there is something wonderfully secret about places such as Tibet and the island that I found out about in Germany - Slyt. As if when I was there no one could find me, could touch me, pasts are forgotten and it's just you in the here and now and no one knows anything about you. Then your head would actually just be full of air and space and peace. I think that's what attracts me so much to such places. It's not like I'm surrounded by manic-ness where I am now - in fact quite the opposite but this feeling of wanting to escape and runaway is always always always there. Some days it's just stronger then others.