This could be a coming to terms with the myths of a place.
A personal reckoning with its weight.
But it’s not.
Not when the weight is so worn and used. And so ripe for hyperbole, pettiness, violence, and cynicism.
It’s more of a story about a woman I once knew and the promises I broke to know her.
Thats closer to the feeling I have for this place.
What could be more human than moving on from hope to hope?
And what could be more devastating than the evidence?
Empty? Because so many fled, ran away,
and became refugees there, in the plains,
where they must now will a final dewfall
to turn the mountains to glass.”
-Agha Shahid Ali