I felt disturbed by the unknown of the location. This place holds a vast historical presence, but what is unclear is the real story behind it. As I stood longer there I familiarized with the area and the remaining vestiges of the old lighthouse stood out. Yet the obscurity still remained and so delved further, investing the house of the artist who sat us down and unraveled his own story. Though these blurred lines were slowly transforming into a state of lucidity and refinement, there are parts of history that will never be uncovered. There are private hidden thoughts that encompass the truth behind what is before us and it’s our job to assume, imagine or dismiss these layers. That is what we leave for our minds to predict, to unravel the layers of the unknown.