I haven’t felt inspired in a while. I feel my mind is closing, I’m beginning to “see” less and less upon visiting the Ages on my bookshelf. I’m starting to become numb to their surprises.

I’m not growing bored of them at all, but seeing them as less extraordinary. I feel a great sadness at that loss of awe, although I realise what it means. I need to search for inspiration outside the constraints of my bookcase.

I’ve been neglecting my own home. The surface holds so many amazing places, perhaps it is time to seek inspiration within the constraints of what is possible on this planet.

The difficulty lies in the fact that I cannot spare the time to visit all the amazing places the world has to offer. I desperately want to after being cooped up in these solitary places.

Oh! There is someone who has seen so much of what this world has to offer already! Mother has made a lifestyle out of finding the hidden places in the world. Perhaps her stories and pictures can give me a deeper understanding of these places, without the many months it would take to see them.

Of course, truly being there would be the best solution, but it will be good to see Mother again.

I have new eyes, perhaps I can see the world with them and learn anew.