I spent roughly two hours consolidating my emotional and academic experience of a Romanian castle into a few short paragraphs for an excited instagram post, then I swiped away to double-check the boundaries between Transylvanian and Wallachian forests.. then swiped back to my instagram app.. which independently chose to reset. Without saving any of my tediously edited thoughts. Which I’m presently incapable of recreating to the same beat.
Tragic. And so banal. Mostly banal. This isn’t my first rodeo, yet here I am again. Months later.
This castle is worth describing a second time though. There’s something so gratifying about revisiting happy moments, then locking in the curious ideas and stories it stirs up. I’ll draft another needless perspective later :) Personal joys are like that, thankfully










