The train slows down, it's the Cais do Sodre. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.

A tedium that includes only the anticipation of more tedium; the regret, now, of tomorrow regretting having regretted today.

We become sphynxes, though fake, up to the point we no longer know who we are.

We are two abysses -- a well staring at the sky.

Chorus: O suitably attired in leather boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To this well-nightingaled…

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

A straight path never leads anywhere except to the objective.