Kleio, Muse

I've always found it necessary to lose myself every so often. I can dissolve myself into a memory, a song, a book and stay there until it's safe for me to return to whatever reality I need to escape.
My copy of Herodotus' Histories has been doing me a lot of good as of late. Even the simplest stories seem to be shrouded by the ancient mystery of prophecies and fate that has me completely suspended in a state of perpetual captivation.
The book is an especially ideal place for me to go because the world I live in is so dissimilar to what took place thousands of years ago in the stories. The only constant seems to be human nature itself and that's not something I can hope to ever change.