the submarine
Deep underground in a pit filled with developer and fixer, Jana and I found each other.
home and other iterations
Every morning, I climb into the mute woman's bosom and she carries me in her bloodstream, veins spiderwebbing across the city. A lifegiving force over a century-old, still steady and strong. Anonymous infinities collide against each other in the rapidly flowing current.
pescara and gran sasso
an education
There are the memories, too—so precious, almost unbelievable, and just as important as everything else in the formation of the corpus of my education.
cultureshocked
As of today, I've been in France for 56 days. That's longer than the amount of time I spent in Tajikistan, longer than any stretch of time I've been home in New Jersey since graduating high school—strange to consider.
pays basque
My sojourn in the south of France was in the heart of Pays Basque or Basque Country, a region spanning across France and Spain where the Basque people live.
biarritz: the beginning
I've been in Biarritz, a picturesque little beach town in the south of France, for the past two weeks. The houses here all have orange roofs and colorful shutters in blue, red, orange set against their white walls. I spend a lot of time on the beaches, which are crawling with surfers in search of waves and tourists hungry for a final taste of summer.
departure
And here we are now on the eve of my last night in America for quite some time. I'm leaving for France tomorrow evening for a full year.
emma
the prufrock project
Let us go then, you and I / When the evening is spread out against the sky / Like a patient etherized on upon a table
forget-me-nots and elephant graveyards
Eliza