THE TRUE MEANING OF BEING A WORLD TRAVELER IS THIS:
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY, YOU BECAME A STRANGER WITH TWO SHADOWS
— ONE THAT FOLLOWS YOU HERE, AND ONE YOU LEFT STANDING AT A DOOR AN OCEAN AWAY.

THEY MISPRONOUNCE YOUR NAME NOW. YOU’VE STOPPED CORRECTING THEM.

Summer 1998

My Computer

Calculator

Minesweeper

The Internet

Notepad

YOU CATCH YOURSELF SAYING “BACK HOME”
ABOUT A PLACE THAT NO LONGER EXISTS. NOT AS YOU REMEMBER IT.

THE STREETS HAVE CHANGED. THE PEOPLE HAVE CHANGED. ONLY YOUR MEMORY HAS STAYED LOYAL.

Paint

Music Disc

Hard Drive

Solitaire

Recycle Bin

Control Panel

THERE IS A SOCIETY FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU.
EACH MONTH,
A LETTER FINDS YOUR MAILBOX AND CARRIES YOU BACK
— PAST CUSTOMS, PAST BORDERS, PAST TIME ITSELF.

INSIDE, YOU’LL MEET OTHERS WHO, MORE OR LESS LIKE YOURSELF,
BEGAN THE SAME WAY:
A SMALL ROOM, 23KG OF LUGGAGE, AN AIR MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR.