And the answer might be: to travel, to fly away.

You sure? You can cross the vast oceans on a jet plane, but your soul illness will still be on your side, aisle seated. During the flight it won’t bother you too much, and you can cheerfully watch a disaster movie, where all the crash scenes have been cut out. Maybe it will relax and you’ll surprise your illness jumping on its seat during the suspense scenes. But, as soon as you land, it will look deep into your eyes as only your soul illness can do, and it will ask: “Well done, what now?”. And you know the only thing you can do is to jump on another flight.

Maybe, just maybe, if your final destination is really far away, you will be able to leave behind your soul illness on a stopover, where it will loose a connection flight. If you chose an exotic destination, you could even gain a 48 hours head start on it, but you should know upfront: sooner or later it is going to reach you. It will reach you while you’re traveling with no purpose, lost in the big city; while you wake up in a hostel bunk bed and your room mate, enthusiastic backpacker, is willing to share his experiences; while you are visiting the ruins of an ancient tomb of an ancient civilization, dead as well; while you’re on a beach doing nothing at all. It will reach you and you will ask yourself:

“What am I doing here?” and all you want is to fly away.

Because it’s not traveling that you are going to feel better, your soul illness is always going to traveling with you. It’s your best mate.

It will follow you anywhere.

Or not. Or it is only traveling that you can feel better, because to feel anesthetizite there is nothing like being on the move, like being suspended between departure and arrival. Of course, as soon as you reach your destination, you have to leave again. And again. And again.

There is a name for it: traveling disorders.

As you, there are sharks that need to be always on the move.

Or they die.

Some sharks are “partially warm blooded” animals, as they keep the body temperature slightly warmer than the surrounding water: to do so, they need to heavily oxygenate the blood but, being unable to breathe in, they need to swim to let oxygen-enriched water reach their lunges or gills. To stop would mean to suffocate. Other sharks do not have a swim bladder, so they need to move constantly not to sink in deep waters. The urban legend about sharks never sleeping is, actually, an urban legend: it is more likely that they keep moving while sleeping, as sleep-walkers.

You are not any different. I mean, all of you with a traveling disorder. As an overworked figure of speech, if you’re not on the move you’re out of breath. You don’t want to reach a final destination, you prefer to stay forever suspended between departure and arrival.
You can’t stay put, because without movement you’d reach the bottom.

All pictures by Olafpix

Models, in order of apparence: Kris GomanHL MediaDennis NicoleroCiuffaNick PescettoEthan FieldNeverland BoysCandice HallidayYunnaAnastasiya VistYanochkaGreta BuzSavannah BoersmaJonny LivortiJelle WiersmaKelly BikoumouKatyaAnna Fibonacci

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