Mount Nemrut, which served as the final stop on my Gobeklitepe excursion, was the last place I visited two years ago. Yes, the last time I looked through my phone's albums, I came across a beautiful sunset and an unexpected closure. Now, I'm not the type of person who is always thinking about where she wants to travel and making sure she doesn't forget to buy plane tickets to get there.
Yes, I believe that is correct. To be really honest, I have no idea, but I do know that if I were to travel somewhere, I would say something like, "It shouldn't be short," which has become my new pandemic syndrome. Alternatively, it was obvious that the misery of not stopping would manifest itself.
Mount Nemrut was my final excursion for the time being, and it was just spectacular. Despite the fact that some places are simply a distant memory, the sunset and the cool wind will almost certainly be remembered for eternity. There was so much written and illustrated that the subject of "How do I get there?" became a question in and of itself. Now is not the time for me to turn this into a long-winded post like this. A stunning set of ruins, with a strong sense of history surrounding them. This place is absolutely worth visiting even if you are only going there for the second time. Oh, you mean I'm working on a new strategy?
Returning to the present, we required some impetus, a trigger moment, or anything else to motivate us to pick up our writing again after such a long hiatus from the task. This was a very book-related occurrence for me. For a long time, I would write these phrases about places I visited and felt I saw the most in the shortest period of time. I'm not sure how that isn't considered a sentence, though. To be honest, I don't think I saw or travelled anyplace... During the second summer of the pandemic, this was realised. Yes, it takes time to come to terms with everything.
These days, the phrase "to allow for seeing" is frequently heard. The inability to leave those warm and welcoming spaces is quite aggravating! Being in the same area all the time gives you a lovely, safe sense, doesn't it... Those poisoned rituals, those deadly spirals, they're all the same. Prior to the epidemic, I went through a similar experience. Now, I believe that it will be necessary for me to begin telling the storey of my writing trip in order to comprehend what is happening. Allow this to act as a sort of dream atlas for the time being. I'm not sure how much it will set you back.
I'm not sure if you have the ability to concentrate for long amounts of time or read for hours at a time, but when I read fluently, I lose track of time; maintaining concentration when there is a lot of information to digest can be difficult. At the time, I was overjoyed to have discovered something with such a flowing style. To be honest, if things weren't as bad as they are right now, time wouldn't be much of a consideration.... That is to say, these are the times when everything becomes clear to us for the first time, even the air we breathe becomes valuable, and the idea of freedom is re-examined.
Throughout the storey, we follow a woman whose life is beginning to change for the better. A lady who is so entirely unaware of what she is doing that she frequently exclaims, "I wish I had done this sooner." Every time she thinks to herself, "It can't be much worse," something bad happens to her. It's perfectly acceptable to be left alone. When he eventually commits suicide, he awakens in a purgatory library, where he spends the rest of his life.
To be more specific, the library... His life, which is made up of possibilities he did not pick, or what his life might have been like if he had, is revealed to him in this place of discovery. He can't believe he's longing for anything over and over and over again. There are thousands of possible outcomes and choices, including regrets or paths he did not go...