Traveling the world is to be smitten with the world. But with all its obvious glory wrapped around the eyes, ricocheting between landmarks and landscapes with names and fames, it is hard to see the subtle phenomena tucked away in immediate proximity. While our gaze is fixed to the brightest stars, there is something beatific dancing in the black holes of our attention where the cosmos is deepest, something nameless but far from beautyless, something that can only be experienced from the inside. Always singular, often vague, sometimes marginal, and never trivial, the moments next door can only be found, not sought.

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"All too flattened by the genericness of mass-experience, it is time to make space for the moments next door"

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