Another holiday and then the next one .....
Another party and then the next one .....
Yet another car and again another one ....
Another beautiful dress for the beach and then the next one ....
Yet another .... and then again another one .... and then ....
We are all flying travelers: exploring the unknown, doing new things and fly like a butterfly from one flower to another, one day after another. In an ongoing movement, in a deadly tiring circle.