Miguel stood in front of the museum, unsure of what waited inside. Art was not part of his world; numbers, order, and expectations were. Yet something inside him wanted to see what lived beyond the familiar.

He chose a black-and-white photograph — a train, a station, a man building speed into the future.
It reminded him of the journey that brought him from Venezuela to Italy.
It reminded him of all the countries he wants to see, all the cultures he wants to learn from.
It reminded him that movement is how he understands himself.