One of my dreams is to travel around the world on a ship. But considering circumstances at the moment, we can make do without the ship. There is something beguiling about travelling. It is a sort of escape that is not entirely an escape; an insanity that is not entirely insanity. Seeing the world outside the box you were holed up in is overwhelming. But it is the kind of overwhelming that is sweet to the touch, as if the whole universe is swallowing you in a warm comfortable embrace. There would be times when you could only hold your breath for so long because of the majesty of what God created. There were times when I asked no one in particular what these historical sites might have looked like before they even became these infamous sceneries. The history befor the history. Without these manmade structures, it must have been something that could have made me kneel in awe. After all, we are in a modern age. An era where nature is slowly but surely receding to less of its essence. And it is but a sort of necessity to see it as young as possible. To write about its true grandeur before it is no more.
