Some places stay on your skin even long after you have left them. They appear in different forms when you look at something; sometimes a train station, sometimes just a park. No matter what shape they take, you know you carry a piece of where you have been to. You change a little each time you go somewhere, even if you do not notice it at first. You will never be the same person once you create that connection between yourself and a place, whether it’s a big city, a small vil

Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Pain, hatred, indifference, and the power of choice... It was a time of post-war destruction after WWI, and a new book was laid on the table for people from all over the world to see. Among them, Robert Frost was the one

Freedom... A ‘’blessing’’ that has been written about for centuries, sung in poems and songs, and perhaps, most tragically, fought wars...