You walk into a newspaper building in another part of the world, Bahrain, open up the archive of 1971 and there he is: Elfis Brisley. You giggle. And then you stop. You think.

You thought you always knew but you never truly grasped: Histories happen simultaneously. Histories interact.

And traveling is the act of leaving places and histories behind. The act of interfering in another history, creating a new kind. And it, again, makes you appreciate a truth you thought you always knew but never truly grasped: You’ve never been everywhere. You’re constantly missing out. Time goes by unforgivingly everywhere.

And your road is just one of 7 billion other roads.