Yesterday, i was sifting through the photos that i had shot during the travels.

This one stood out for me, for one simple reason. In the ruined remains of a former, glorious, capital city, of the Khmer Empire, a thin gossamer of what may be a completely alive life form.  Everything else is gone, but the stone structures. The living tradition of culture is not just gone, but also forgotten. I wonder how many such empires there were through history. Stories forgotten. Histories forgotten. Lineages Forgotten. Culture Forgotten. Not even a footnote. Just not there. Like they never existed.