''I seem vulnerable to them, riding around on the planet with my bike as my only possession. On the even keel of my project, like a tightrope walker on a rope tightened between the memory of a home that is every day a bit further and the idea of a point, at the end of the world, that is so far that I don't have the courage to name it yet. Such a rope can easily break. It's true that my journey must seem crazy. But —I totally include myself in this— we don't always realize how our neighbors, our friends, our family members can be on the hardest internal journey as we talk about th weather with them by the coffee machine, through our daily routine. My bicycle trip is pretty obvious, because it's physical and you can trace it on a map. But, within ourselves, we certainly ride on a lot of dirt roads, dead roads, under construction roads, mountainous passes by abysmal cliffs, flooded roads, roads with no names, lost and endless roads. We meet dead ends, stay stuck in traffic circles. At night, our minds sometimes keep driving restlessly as we sleep. We then wake up in strange places without knowing how we got there.''

A collection of short travel tales.