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i wonder what it's like to live in a caravan. when yu're not rooted by physical location or bound by complicated restrictions that each society invariably imposes on each of us. i suppose the liberation should be more than enough to substitute the loss of the sense of belonging and security, when everything yu own in the world is compacted into that mobile caravan of yours, ready for yu to pick up and go any moment yu wish. and with the constant change of environment, yu are defined more by your future than your past, for your past becomes increasingly insignificant with the endless possibilities that await ahead. yu're no longer tied down by memories, as they become no more than distant impressions on yu and yu're not compelled to keep in touch with them. and when things get messy yu can just trundle off in your little caravan.