One time I remember particularly vividly is when the city of Jinan briefly came to my attention a few years back.
Jinan is in northern China. I had literally never heard of it. But it has parks and universities and monuments and museums and skyscrapers and mountains and lakes, and I am most likely never going to see any of it.
I may never get to see Shanghai, but I might, I can try. And I will probably never get to see Ürümqi, but at least I knew I was missing it. But here was this city with NINE MILLION people and I didn't even realize it existed. A place I could have spent a lifetime exploring. And there are so, so many places like that, places I not only don't know and will never know but that I don't even realize I don't know.
It's just crushing, how tiny I am and what a tiny slice of the world I will get to see. First Jinan, and now the novels of José María de Pereda. And whatever the next thing is. And the ten thousand things after that.