September 2nd, 2016: The illustration of mountains and rivers.
Back then, I wasn't traveling for any particular goals. I was young and lost, craving for answers to questions I was still searching for. There was just an innate instinct to get a better view of the world. Being up high in the mountains has always felt liberating. The pilgrimage from the bottom to the top is an attempt to break away from this mortal plane. Where from such heights, communing with nature becomes as simple as breathing. I still don't know what I am chasing, but I feel that I get closer with every breath this beautiful world snatches from me.