How it is possible that the passenger does not participate? He is aware of the action, he knows where he is going, he perceives the landscape around him, he is part of the movement.
He becomes a participant of the act as a collector of ideas, images, changes, of the becoming of the territory that has an effect on emotions, on the thought, a change in the internal landscape, the “inscape” so called by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hopkins thought that this characterized all in the universe and that it was the distinctive sketch that constitutes an individual dynamic identity. An introspective growth made of moments and memoirs, some apparently not important, that are forgotten during a trip, of which we know or we remember only the point of departure and arrival. We live in the city. We go to work. We go to the supermarket. We are born in a place but we die at thousands of miles of distance. We are constantly on a journey. Are we aware passengers of our life?