ANTARCTICA, profound insignificance of my existence.
- Travelograph Partsunknown
- Feb 21, 2024
- 1 min read
In this desolate beauty, I left my footprints.
The white silence, far from civilization. What purpose do we actually serve in this so called LIFE?
Is there truly a purpose?
Perhaps , purpose isn’t getting the answers, but the questions themselves we dare to ask.
The silence often so lound here..
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