First: It was short. I never realized how little time seven days was. I loved the time I had; but, how limited it was.
The nostalgia caught up with me fairly quickly. It really is amazing how much you can build up around a place when you are not there, only to have that idea completely disputed or disproven entirely. But not in a bad way. Recreated to make not what you wanted to see, but what is actually there.
I guess this is pretty universal.
The only way to know reality is go experience it in real-time.
But isn't it something, that we try to create this whole world to describe to others, and ourselves? This entire experience, where it is easily discernable between black, and white. Or black, white and grey. Even the "third way" still limits us to a range which does not exist.
Humans tend to be complex, rich, and fibrous beings, with complicated pasts. Landscapes are that way too. "Place" is a word that is often thrown around now to describe a state of being, along with a location. The almighty geotag.
But what is that place? Can we prick it to map using one pin only? Yes, that is where we "were". But that is only one place, sometimes not correctly positioned, where we were in one moment of our lives. It becomes incomprehensible to determine the paths we take in our geographical landscape.
Perhaps that is why we make "places". To narrow down, and discern where exactly we lay. The lines which comprise our lives make endless amounts of polygons, concave, and convex alike.
That is one goal of my career right now, is to make sure everyone has the ability to draw lines and make the irrelevant shapes which comprise their days. My dream would be to one day compile these lines, and see what we can see. A recording of a human trail.
For if we mapped our routes for the first migration out of Africa, why can't we do it today?
There are only a couple of more people and a larger distance to cover. Seems doable to me.
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