Then I opened Instagram, ran a filter over it, and posted it — to send it off into the world to be liked and viewed for its moment of glory, and to shortly after join the stream of other Instagrams disappearing into our Internet wasteland.
Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.
It’s Monday. Another day, another week. What will happen, we simply don’t know. Just move, just go. Walk through that door.
End of the year, peeps. A recap of my favorite trips this year, near and far: Exploring Kauai, January. I’d been to Oahu numerous times, but I had no idea how lush and green Kauai was—I guess that’s why they call it the Garden Isle, eh? My family and I […]
I’ve returned to San Francisco after being away for a month: first to Mexico, then to Spain and Portugal, and lastly to New York and Maryland. I’m staying put for a few weeks so my body can acclimate to a single time zone. I’m exhausted. Still, Granada lingers in my […]
I’m a sucker for street art. I’m not picky about what I’m drawn to—I love graffiti in general, from the fantastic pieces I’d seen through the window of my train in Switzerland 10 years ago, to tiny, stenciled images I’ve come upon in random bathroom stalls in cities like San […]
Hey folks—I’m posting about my European travels in a haphazard manner, as I’m currently in Granada, Spain, but started off in Madrid and was in Lisbon before this. But I’ve had patches of time to catch up on work (read: leisurely laptop time via free wireless), thanks to the quick […]