I would much rather exist on the great green expanse of a place called Sigiriya. Lion Rock. Away from civilization, which has become noticeably uncivilized lately. 400 feet up into the untouched air. Sun and trees for miles in every direction. The sound of screeching tires and screeching coworkers and fluorescent lights buzzing, replaced with … Continuar leyendo “Of greatness and dreams” by Ken Tomaro