Places seem similar more and more, everything is everywhere at the same time, the singularity disappears in favor of globalization, rather than that of the places but of all places.
Wandering is certainly the story of a whole sought. Because wandering is neither the journey nor the walk, …
But: “What am I doing here?”.
Wandering seems to have become a kind of “thought from the outside”, the thought where from the subject would pass in background. The romantic wanderer walked through the stormy nature to find its own interiority ; since its stroll, he fades, becomes silent and he’s engaged in the experience of the world.

The wanderer is this thought of the middle,  in search of a “place to be”.

Wandering or the thought of environment / Laumonier.