Foreigners have the hungriest of senses. Arriving somewhere new there is the immediate onslaught of a different language, the smell of the place itself, the dress of the people and their comportment. One might call it uneven terrain, and as the stranger makes their way into this other world, there will be untidy loose ends of comprehension. This outsider isn’t dependent upon travel though, it’s a state of mind which casts a wide net over the everyday furniture of life and our own changing conditions. Balance in the moment might be achieved through the simple act, the real pleasure, of taking it all in.