There’s something to be said about gazing into the distance. There’s something magical about gazing out into the vastness of space. Whether into the horizon atop a towering mountain or the roof of a skyscraper, the effects are the same. Whether on the shores of the magenta stained ocean or into the shifting countryside on a steam-engine train, the trance is similar.
The distance is a muse that calls our name. She slips our minds into pensive thought as mysterious as the look on our faces. Our eyes are gateways to the bewildered and expansive wonder that proceeds.
Maybe it’s because looking into the distance is a reminder of our insignificance. Maybe gazing into the vastness is the overdue shift in perspective from the perpetual screens our eyes are so accustomed to. Maybe we just can’t explain it. Maybe the mystery is part of the magic.
Danyo Pang 