The metro ticket of Paris has been with me since my first visit to the city eight years ago, and crinkle appears day after day...the colour of the ticket fades and there is a clear decolourisation at the fringe of the paper, making it a turning mood of journey after time. A metro ticket in Paris allows one visit in between zone 1 & 2 of Paris centre, and it carries the magnetic bar to enable a recognition by the machine at the entrance gate, the road to the metro platform area. I did not note down the exact distance the metro ticket allows me to go, but I realise the time of the journey. Since last year, I have been keeping my used metro tickets (...instead of the unused tickets). I got more tickets, indicating a longer distance of travel. Travelling is a petition to release myself and to re-capture myself. It consumes energy, but it offers the power of revival to my space and time. When travelling becomes a habit, my brain accepts the mission to function, to think or to command not to command. My eyes are limited, but imagination is free. I look at my piles of metro tickets, they grow up at complex as me now.
I keep coincidently a bus ticket, a flight ticket and a train ticket at present. These are papers of displacement. Each of them is marked a date and a time, a space of a ride. Some time in future, perhaps it is some awaiting moment. I never know if I am still myself, but people are bound to get up and walk. I am no exception. I decide to wear two shoes instead of a pair, and with my footprint eroding into dust and debris, tickets follow their route to another journey of distance, sometimes they are recycled, other time, they are taught to sleep.
I was walking along the quiet streets at night in the city, and the peaceful feeling purified my hectic unrest and fatigue.
Keep moving, I need courage.
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prince, follow your heart...
S
Used tickets are memory cards. They record the trajectories of our lives, bodies, souls and moods. Through the journeys we see, we watch, we listen, we meet, we connect, we taste, we feel, we explore, we experience, we gain, we learn and we grow. An accumulation of these tickets is a retrospective tribute and celebration of our achievements.
New tickets offer us unlimited imagination to undiscovered worlds and new experiences, potential fulfillment of our dreams and pilgrimage for our spirits. They lead us to our destinations, known or unknown, defined or undefined, where adventures begin. Release your innovations, let the sun illuminate you, and feel the rain on your skin, cos no one else can feel it for you.
You hold a lifelong ticket to a wonderful world.
And I hold tickets to your hearty home.
Hasta la vista, mi querido.
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