I subscribe to a number of print magazines (favorites are New Yorker and The Believer) and online RSS feeds, most of which I find I don’t have time to read on a regular basis. As things begin to pile-up I find myself questioning why I’m even subscribed anymore. But every once in a while I come across an article or story that is like a portal to another world — at once gripping and enlightening but also something completely out of one’s own plane of existence.
This article on The Owners of Machu Picchu from the Virginia Quarterly Review is just this sort of story.
The story itself is interesting and well-written, but it also makes me once again realize the value of serendipity and what a joy it is to come across found ideas.