I wish to stop the flow of emotions emanating from my Art History Class. Every time my art professor posts online lectures about Ancient Art, my heart sinks. The pictures about these places do not do justice. I might was well have been revisiting these places, looking through the peep hole from my front door.
It is hard to read about places you have visited then be forced to read books about them. When you have seen more than what a text book can provide, it feels pointless.
I now understand how Cutie felt whenever he saw pictures about the places he has visited. The hint of sorrow behind his voice-sorrow is how I feel whenever I have to see pictures of these places again. The sorrow hints that maybe I am mourning a time in my life were I lived and did not know about it.
I guess this means that the time to travel again is getting closer than I think.