It never hurt to remember where we come from.
Or where our land comes from, for that matter.
It never hurt to remember where we come from.
Or where our land comes from, for that matter.
A beautiful exhibit which pays homage to our disappearing culture and history.
Beautiful, and sad.
Is this going to be the only way which the younger generation will remember these vintage places of memories and culture? Through art exhibits and museums? While the rest of the country engages in never-ending progress and development?
An exhibition by artists from the Arab world, at the Art Museum.
What are our conditions for being here on this planet?
Day 2 of Phnom Pehn was largely overshadowed by our visit to Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum.
The events of History will never be changed, and what has happened will never be different.
But its consequences and effects live on, and what we make of it determines our future.
I hope I can sleep without thinking too much tonight.
There is something sacred about the innocence of a child.
It is, after all, something we all share,
Before we were affected by the world.
I wonder why we allowed ourselves to lose something so precious and essential.
Some of my favourites from the exhibition.
The silence and serenity of a museum is one of the best things I could enjoy, amidst the rush of this world.
Sometimes, visits to museums makes me feel:
People in what we know as the past
May not be so different from what we are
After all,
It is the same Earth spinning round and round.
One day, we might be able to live on the moon, but nothing would be able to live in our hearts.
One day, we might be able to understand all the mysteries of creation, but fail to comprehend the meaning of life.
One day, we might be able to live for eternity, but it would be a life without Hope.