The Ferry That Had No Destination
A soft travel note about stepping onto a ferry without knowing the destination — and finding that stillness can be its own arrival.
emotional journey blog
Episode 6: The Clocktower That Doesn’t Count Time
I almost didn’t go up. The tower stood crooked — not dangerously, but as if it had grown tired of standing straight. No chimes. No ticking. Just an open door and stairs that creaked with memory. I climbed slowly. There was no sense of urgency. No bells announcing the hour. No shadows shifting on the …