A carrier pigeon doesn’t truly have as its objective the desire to deliver messages to recipients nor is he aware that there is a human anxiously waiting for him, he simply flies towards his nest; his home. He knows it; he feels it in the strings of the magnetic field that embrace earth and sky. For centuries man has travelled, or rather migrated, he has looked for new houses to live in, he has discovered better places, and even today, believing he has the world in his hands, he is pervaded by this sense of wandering further to discover the unknown. Perhaps for man his home is the whole world itself, and so he continues to turn, sail, and plow through rough terrain – slip into the snow-capped mountains. Movement is life, change is inevitable, every time you come back it’s never like the first time, how nice!