holy places and doubts

everytime i visited the old city of jerusalem, i felt different.

first time – forced awe.
second time – refined awe.
third time – actually prayed.
fourth time – saw art.
fifth time – checked off the ‘to do’ list.
sixth time – resentment.

…maybe it’s because it was post thesis on survival theory.
…maybe it’s because i’m actually moving here now.