I realised I haven’t quite gotten down to journaling my trip (or rather, journey of a lifetime) to Moscow.

And then, I think of how I have prisoned myself in my own world that I have not seen, nor experience much in recent years.

I decided I don’t want to let go of the memories, nor do I want them to slip away into oblivion.

Memories are like a burst of colours, most vivid when they are freshest, and somewhat, they fade, and the bad ones, stain.

So. This new category, shall be of things I see, I feel, when I am not in my own world.

And perhaps, it will piece together the snippets of Moscow, which so deservingly, let themselves known here.