Val d’Orcia
I was driving — I had to pull over.
It didn’t make sense.
Everything I was looking at — the entire landscape — didn’t look or feel real.
I keptd staring.
The longer I looked, the more unreal it became.
My brain was literally trying to tell me this was impossible.
That the landscape wasn’t real,
That something this perfect, this beautiful had to be imagined.
It looked just like a classic Renaissance painting.
I felt like — I was in it.
It wasn’t.
I wasn’t.
It was just there.
And I remember my head actually hurting, trying to process it —
that all of this existed, untouched, not painted, not imagined.
Just a road…
leading nowhere, and everywhere at once.
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