a collection of ramblings
"In a landscape characterized by its tight-knit isolation, where things change, literally, glacially if at all, the transient population of tourists are the ones with the impacts that linger far beyond their ephemeral visits."
"This was probably the longest time I was staying somewhere this small."
“In every direction something loomed; it was easy to think us pioneers, completely alone in a landscape nearly ethereal.” Life on the pasture.
Those peaks would be 6000 meters high—the length of a cross country race run vertically away my island-bound comprehension. I shivered at the thought, and at the knowledge soon I would be there, too, above it all.
I thought this trip would be about seeing new places and falling in love or yearning or something beyond with each in turn. But at the end everything has blurred in retrospect. What am I going to write about it all?
Fairytales are concrete things with defined tropes and patterns: this is not.
My aunt and uncle and I are eight hours away from the heavy gray blotch where Delhi hides. We’re one thousand and three hundred meters up, high enough to see through the plains, the silver river winding like a question mark through, low enough that thick forests surround our upward drive. I’ve spent three days… Continue reading Castles in the Air: Gap Year Week 22
"Every one of MacFarlane's books feels a little fateful. His words come when I need them most."
Snow-capped mountains peek above clouds in the Dolomites.
Here are some facts. Today I am angry. I share these sentiments with many around the world. It is not a new anger. It has been festering for a long time. Here is another fact. Today the United States has elected someone who believes climate change cannot exist because if it does it will negatively impact businesses.
somewhere up a tree 