This canvas of white has been empty for a while. We have been on a road that helped us find all things curious in places that are familiar. It has helped us find the familiar in places that are strange. Now this canvas is crumpled with many faces and voices. There is a portrait here in every fold. So we are back here. For there so many stories that are yet to be told.
Over the last two years, we met faces in places we didn’t know existed. And in them, were earnest eyes that hid a million little tales. Peering into them, we found ourselves in that lightless room again, listening to the greatest story ever. Only now we know, that the greatest story was a blank canvas ; a dark room where imaginations ran wild from seeing all that was real. A blank canvas that we could fill with a million of those tales. That we would always find a story here. The greatest story ever.