to jacob : a postcard
You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires — there is something sociopathic in that ambition.
so long, iceland
Lake Mývatn, Hverir, the Blue Lagoon, and Reykjavik
akureyri
Northern Lights
the golden circle
We're on a redeye to Reykjavik with Ronnie and Lisa, one of my many adopted aunts and uncles. The flight was cramped, uncomfortable, sleepless, but taking off from Newark was like falling into the arms of an old friend.
jacob
Here, I found you.
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.
rome and the vatican
Photos from the Eternal City
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.