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.
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?
15 minutes in Bosnia, King’s Landing, and beyond.
"I was here because these birds were special. Because I could see them nowhere else. Because, by seeing them here, I held another piece of wild in my hands."
"This is Asia and I have been here before but every piece of the city is fresh and I feel alive to it all—conscious of my displacement and the shameless curiosity it inspires. I am new here, I keep saying."
If the last time in the Andamans was for the sea, this time was for the land, and its inhabitants.
After a long break, a little bit of peace for your morning from the Irrawaddy.
It is the full moon, and the clouds glide past overhead, buoyed by winter breeze.
somewhere up a tree 