Leaves drop, times change.
A season of isolation is almost ended.
Men go abroad to admire the heights of mountains, the mighty waves of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet pass over the mystery of themselves without a thought. St. Augustine, Confessions 2013 Sitting in Oxford, and I distinctly remember one of my… Continue reading When I stopped moving, so did the world
There's something peaceful about the desert, a place that appears so timeless, but is constantly reforming itself. Perhaps it is this sense of disquiet continuity that draws humans into this inhospitable landscape, and which has featured so prominently in the work of travel writers such as Sanmao（三毛）.