Everything in Logar — the mountains and the stories and the land itself — seemed frightening and beautiful all at once. I was conscious of myself and of my surroundings in a way I never experienced in the U.S. I went about Logar in fear, in awe, feeling free and alive. And once I returned to the States, I searched everywhere for that same sense of awe, of frightening beauty, and I couldn’t find it. There were times when I was outside, maybe playing basketball at the park, maybe stuck in traffic, and I would catch a whiff of something burning and be transported back.

Source: Los Angeles Times February 10, 2019 11:03 UTC