a journey. a journal. a heat wave.
A scorching heat wave ravaging the land. Parched earth, wilted plants, burned leaves… animals and insects hover in a shady spot.
The crickets silenced from the melting heat. The sun glares and fires at all it could reach. The sea? Simmering. The pavement? Frying. The shutters closed to keep out the oppressive heat.
One could smell the rising temperature outside even from the ‘safety’ of the hot indoor shade.
An excerpt from a story? No.
This is the actual weather here, intensely felt from where I am sitting –
unusually hot, unbearable even for this weathered, strangely magical and energetically ravaged corner of the Mediterranean.
Why strangely magical & energetically ravaged?
Because this land has seen more than its share as
- the light and the dark
- myth and reality
- fact and fiction
- exiled philosophers
- purged thinkers
have been battling it out here every day for millennia.
Those ‘battles’ charge the atmosphere, color the landscape, and fuel creativity.
Speaking of creativity, in this oppressive heat wave, something triggered the idea in my mind to create The Mothership.
Before I go on, let me introduce myself.
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