Our relationship with travel is like our relationship with the soul. Mysterious. Magical. Hopeful. When I first set out to travel three years ago, I had no clue what to expect of it. I thought it would last six months -- a break at most. A break from something. To somewhere. There was also the … Continue reading Wanderlust, an end.
One morning of early 2017, I woke up with a dumb-muscled urge to travel. I opened my Facebook account and told my friends that humanity was a stagnating cesspool and they all one bubble in its soapscum; I told my girlfriend I had enough of her shit; I told my boss to kiss my arse. … Continue reading I believe I can fly
From the earliest I can remember, I have had an uninhabitable urge to go west. And I will admit it took some balls for the desire to eventualize. For some time now, I have left my 'quit the job to travel the world' romcom unplayed because it felt wrong to talk about something so individualized, … Continue reading Travel