Here would be a rough idea of the four corners of my inner world... within which I constantly find myself travelling across, from one corner to the other. Who actually needs travelling when it all already exists in the mind's eye?

I tend to spend more time wandering around the ice cap and frozen landscapes these days, but I've been found to remain for periods of time in the spring valley... rarely have I stepped foot in the more arid corners with only sand dunes stretching in the distance, but I like to take a stroll by winter's feet, where the landscape is turned crimson and gold by a dying sun.