Indonesia are considered to be the resting place for departed souls, the lakes are locally referred to as “the lake of evil spirits”. All 3 lakes change colour from blue to green to black or red unpredictably.
When I was traveling I kept hearing numbers. 500 years old, 1000 years old, 2000 years old, 2500 years old. And I know that these are big numbers, especially compared to the numbers you hear in US history, but I had a difficult time realizing the weight that they carried. I could try to imagine things in relation to my age- “this building is approx 20 times older than me”- but it still felt impossible to fully grasp.
Then I found something at Persepolis that helped- graffiti. Persepolis is an incredible site but in situations like these I just cant imagine a true past. Sites like these almost feel fabricated, like movie sets. The intricate carvings covering the ruins told stories, however I was completely fixated on the graffiti. On the Gate of All Nations, the entrance to this capital, were tags of British, American, and Russian men (there were others too but I wasnt entirely sure where they were from).
It took seeing a man’s name chiseled in serif text with the year 1809 next to it to help me finally understand just how much those stones have seen.