Sometimes I wonder why do we go to these places? These dark gloomy places of the past? Is it because we need to constantly remind ourselves of humanity’s capacity for good and evil? or is it because of our need to be connected to history or a culture or other things; to be able to feel that we are infinitely part of something bigger… a grand design?
When I was younger, I used to have so many answers for these questions. But now, I just don’t know. Because I know for a fact that some things just don’t connect. Some things just happen for no reason at all.