Travel and taste, taste and travel. A credo I stick to wherever I am, be it Holy Saturday or not. Not the Nicene Creed, not in unum deum. Credo in unum mundum, perhaps. Or rather: Credo mundum unum esse.

Today, I stood before a fire that burned so vibrantly. Dry wood was haphazardly arranged, blending with blackened bamboo stalks, while old tires burned amidst the flames. The fire wasn't just hot; it seemed