Longing for a change of scene: does leaving really help?
Tuesday, lunch break. You scroll through your phone and stop at the photos of a former schoolmate who has moved to another city: a window open onto the sea, a bicycle leaning against a wall, a caption about a “new life”. Then you go back to your desk, to the office lighting, to the road you have taken every morning for years. All afternoon one thought stays with you: if I were somewhere else, I would be better off. That thought deserves to be listened to. It may hold a passing weariness, a neglected possibility, something that has long been looking for room. Understanding what it is asking of us is harder. Because in the image of a different life we see at once what we would like to find, and far less what we would bring with us. The window onto the sea is right there, before our eyes. The rest we still have to imagine. Looking at the place where we are Among the writings of the Hippocratic corpus there is one entitled Airs, Waters, Places . In its opening pages, the physician who...