Having the desire to move, to feel the thoughts running, the flow of events. Having the desire to stay still while running, in the oxymoron of static nature on earth, the earth's rotation. Having the desire to run on the spot, without a place, without a destination, with your eyes fixed on an unapproachable horizon. Having the desire to look beyond the horizon to follow another, another, and another, without ever expecting the last one. Wanting to be, where it happens, when it happens, without routine. Wanting habits and routines in the flow of the unexpected, in the normality of the unpredictable. Wanting to be caught off guard, unprepared every day on time. Being organized and having the desire to disorganize to look for another anomalous order here, logical there, somewhat unknown where it happens. Being messy to leave your mark with the strangest, most unusual, unique traces, because disorder cannot be copied, emulated, repeated, not even by its creator. Being out and about, in the steppe or in the forest, with a backpack or with a vehicle, alone or in joy in company and in the project, of life, what you want, what you teach. What do you want, what do you teach, what do you desire, what do you reach on the horizon. For me, being a nomad is like this, it means studying yourself in oxymorons, paradoxes, revelations and places that are all yours in the same way. Being nomadic is not having a home but being at home everywhere. Not having a car but being able to be exactly where you want when you want it, and when you can't, with the right timing finding a way anyway. Knowing how to solve problems is a prerequisite for staying there, meeting new ones for which you don't know the solution is part of the objectives. Being weird is part of the game, sometimes you like it, sometimes you don't. The point is that no matter what happens you always have the desire to stay in a flow of flows even when you feel like you're doing nothing or that you're waiting and in a situation without physical spatial movement. But the mind is there, somewhere searching, getting curious, even in the usual place.