Martin Sheen, I See You

The ground up. Or as Pol Pot coined it, Year Zero. We dawdled in Siem Reap a few more days to recapture fleeting moments of the Khmer empire. The remnants of the ancient city leaves an aftershock, a ghostly thrumming of its former power, the obsidian stone unmovable, yet holding secrets. Ta Prohm affected me [...]