Somewhere out there, among forgotten country roads, you might do something that seems strange: shift into reverse. Not by mistake – but out of need. Because you realize that the further you travel into new places, the deeper your soul drifts into the past. Back to childhood summers, to scents, to long-lost friends. While your eyes look forward through the windshield, your heart gazes backward through the rearview mirror.

Reverse, then, isn’t just a movement—it becomes a peculiar speed of the mind, a way of thinking. A reminder that exploration isn’t only about the outer world, but also about the forgotten corners of ourselves. And perhaps that’s the truest meaning of travel: to arrive in places you’ve never been, yet feel, deep down, that you somehow knew them. That they were waiting for you.