Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned.

As I started to pursue the subject more deeply I realized that walking was this wonderful meandering path through everything I was already interested in - gender politics, public space and urban life, demonstrations and parades and marches. The relationship between walking and thinking and between the mind and the body.

Given a choice between their worldview and the facts, it's always interesting how many people toss the facts.

Walking itself is the intentional act closest to the unwilled rhythms of the body, to breathing and the beating of the heart. It strikes a delicate balance between working and idling, being and doing. It is a bodily labor that produces nothing but thoughts, experiences, arrivals.

A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.

Women often find great roles in revolution, simply because the rules fall apart and everyone has agency, anyone can act.

I'm grateful that, after an early life of being silenced, sometimes violently, I grew up to have a voice, circumstances that will always bind me to the rights of the voiceless.