He enters a city; he sees someone in a square living a life or an instant that could be his; he could now be in that man’s place, if he had stopped in time, long ago.
Journeys to relive your past? Or journeys to recover your future?
Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveller recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.
My pasts await me.
As written on
The Invisible Cities. Italo Calvino. 1972