diary ⁽²⁾

I arrived in Orchha without doing anything in particular, which seemed to be the correct way to arrive there. The road ended gently, as if unsure whether it ought to continue, and the town took over without announcement. I stood for a while under an…

I have noticed that hubris rarely announces itself. It does not arrive with a trumpet or a villain’s laugh. It comes quietly, dressed as confidence, speaking the language of experience. It says: I’ve been here before. It says: I know how this ends. And slowly,…