Something happens when you travel that has to do with distorting the temporal space. Things get compressed. The days become concentrated with sensory attentions. You notice more because you're on a kind of benign alert. The mundane furniture of ordinary lives placed in this new context take on a different colour. A blue bicycle parked by the side of the road becomes Williams' Red Wheelbarrow.

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