I wasted the love train more than once, most under the rain,
and waited till midnight each time. I have no ticket or saved seat again
from rolling my heart on the metal line. I gave up on the transportation
and decided that perhaps the journey was better in slower motion.
One step after another, and meet travellers alike.
Her name is Lara. She was born in 1984 and since childhood, this nomad has written about the worlds built up in her head. However, when she is too lazy to express herself with words, she uses her simple drawing skill.