Despite the advice of many, I wandered north past King Fahd Road to infamous 'Chop Chop Square.'
Here outside the Mamask Fortress is where the Saudis behead criminals against the kingdom and Islam.
I'm used to sticking out like a sore thumb, but here I was especially noticeable, and many stopped to watch and keep me in their sights.
But most went about their business... pushing baby strollers and drinking afternoon tea in the languishing dusk.
Me...? I was wandering around singing love songs from the 70's in my head. Why? Because there are places in the mind that no one can take away. That no one can touch. Save them for yourself. And on days like this... live in them while you tread among men with swords.