For the ones who keep leaving.
We are restless people. Between us we have long since lost count of the trips, the slow expeditions and the unplanned weekends both, and for years we carried them home the way everyone does: as a thousand photographs and no way to hold them together.
They lived in a camera roll, ordered by date and nothing else. The mornings we still think about sat beside receipts and screenshots. The places that changed us blurred into the ones we merely passed through. A photo remembers a moment. It forgets the journey.
So we made the thing we kept wishing for: a way to lay our travels out on a globe, the routes behind us and the ones still ahead, instead of losing them in a feed.
We believe a journey is worth taking slowly. We travel for fewer flights and longer stays, for the places people actually live in rather than the postcard of them. We believe in mornings over monuments, in paying attention. The world was never a list to finish. It is a thing to notice.