A long time ago. I set out walking in search of something I no longer remember. I had made plans and had dreams. I said goodbye to my friends and packed what I could carry on my back.

I thought I could save my home. I thought I could find people out there who would help.I got lost out among the rocks and the valleys and among the bugs and birds. I was left only with my dreams.

When the world changed, people changed too. We became more quiet, lived entire lives alone in silence, we found ourselves in the world around us. We revered it. We feared it. But everything grows old after sometime. Great kingdoms fall, temples crumble, and gods are forgotten.

I grew up in the dried up sea flats. I stared off at that endless horizon as a boy who didn’t know that endings existed. I left behind my old lemon tree and the house my family built. When large cracks started appearing in the earths surface, and the heat began to become unbearable. Like something deep below was surfacing.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this world. But I am setting off to find out.