Some places make you feel small. A place like Mongolia does not diminish you but shows your real place on earth. The vastness. The raw stretch of space outside your reach. Mongolia stands apart. The sky appears as an endless deep blue which erases memories of cities. A quiet land speaks through wind across the…
A city of Istanbul exists outside the limits of time or place. The past blends with the present as ancient stones press against bright lights next to the rumble of ferry engines on the Bosphorus. The air fills with the aroma of spice markets along with burning charcoal as prayers ring out through streets that…
Mexico isn’t a country ‒ it is a collision of cultures. The smell of al pastor sizzles on a Mexico City street corner at midnight next to the quiet hum of prayer candles in an Oaxacan church along with the Pacific’s roar against Baja’s cliffs as if it holds a thousand untold secrets. A place…
A madness fills Naples. Raw chaos seeps into the cracks of its old streets next to the alleyways where laundry hangs like forgotten prayers. Motorbikes cut through crowds as if fate itself steers them. I stepped off a train that smelled of steel along with cheap espresso. My beaten-up backpack followed me as I tracked…
I wasn’t supposed to live this life. By all accounts, I should have been sitting at a desk in a sleek, air-conditioned office, watching the clock, waiting for some arbitrary moment to feel alive. Instead, I found myself in a back alley in Bangkok, sharing a plastic stool with a street vendor who made the…
