yes, i promise this is the last indonesia post. part 3a- borobodur
next, borobodur.
a disclaimer: i'm not very religious in general. on those occasions when i choose to believe in a (christian) god, or some sentient being controlling the universe, i tend toward the notion that his feelings toward me probably range from indifference to mild annoyance. but when i was at borobodur, standing at the top of that monumental complex, looking at the mountains and the jungle, and taking in the immense stillness of everything, i felt... blessed. and calm. and i think what i felt, at that point in time, was dangerously close to religious epiphany.
yikes.
when i'm stressed, i close my eyes and think of the cold air on top of borobodur, the silence, and the stone beneath my feet. it works, most of the time. unless i'm dealing with fucking policemen and their roadblocks.
+ fictions&fires 3:27 PM
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