soliloquies in the outdoors…
Dholavira lets its history rest unencumbered… an island forsaken by water aeons ago, yet still trying to come to terms with its degeneration from a thriving fluvial landscape to an arid panorama, draped in white, a cremation of sorts… and amidst this geological rollercoaster lie the latest vestiges of one of the oldest civilizations… an …
Archaeology seems like a perpetual dispute of sorts, the earth, conniving with the elements, trying to gnaw down creations carved into, and out of, itself… waiting for mortality to wither or meander away like a river and then slowly reclaiming its goods and chattels… perhaps no other animal spends this much time mulling over the …
Pyramids – they’re full of stone, geometry, and crowds… entrenched in the memory since childhood, as one crammed up the seven wonders of the world, they fade into, as much as they stand out in the desert… architecture at a scale that the modern world keeps trying to fathom, excavating for remnants and clues that …