Details, all these details, when all you should need is a small but astoundingly deep suitcase (so like the mind), in which you've packed three dresses (or disguises), Wanderlust, Letters to a Young Poet, a photo of your beloved, notebooks, rosewater, mascara, a tin of Earl Grey tea. Leave enough room for surprise. Take what sunshine, what cracks in the pavement, what silence, what storms come your way. Prepare to leave yourself behind again and again, in that constant search for a more truthful, more honest, more passionate way to say, to see, to listen, to write, to experience. Empty yourself, only to discover fullness.