When There Are No Free Taxis Nearby and You Still Have to Get to Work
After galloping with me for half a day, she left me beside a forest
The eighteenth-century traveller has saddled up the heavily feathered future: he dreamed of wings, but got an ostrich.
The engraving from the book Voyages imaginaires, songes, visions et romans cabalistiques turns out to depict an exotic holiday on a realistic budget. In the eighteenth century, "imaginary voyages" meant roughly what we now call a post with AI-generated pictures. In the end, reading these "dreams and visions", one understands: the true journey lies not in distant lands, but in the depths of one's own imagination