All the Rivers Run Into the Ocean
How far can one go with just a vaccine card and a dream?
Wait, don’t answer that.
“All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full, unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.”
Travel Blog 13: The McRib of Blogs “Are you a rebel?” My host Pascal, the genuine-natured Swiss man living along the east bank of Lake Zurich, brought that query down on my head as we sat on his terrace for dinner. He had spent hours cooking for just the two of us, starting with a … More
Travel Blog 12: Hakuna Matata These mountains are not quiet places. There is no sound to the wind, while the buzzing insects and rustling grass are just more of the normal subtle harmony of a place surrounded by the caps of blooming flowers. There is hardly any birdsong, or at least none one can hear, … More
Travel Blog 11: Really Just the Sequel to “Biodome” All my paths lead up. I feel like I am always climbing, my legs burning, my neck craned at a 45 degree angle. Either the world is tilting, or I have a penchant to go where the sights are grandest. Normally, that means being forced to … More
Travel Blog 10: The Secret of the Ooze Marseille is a bowl, its edges made from the lips of mountains, one side cracked and has spilled its contents out into an empty expanse and spawned the Mediterranean Sea. Ancient and puckered, its continuous use over centuries has made it the second largest city in France, … More
Travel Blog 9: There’s Water Under the Ocean Today I walked into a pole. It was a street lamp, to be precise. I was strolling along while watching people play tennis. Then I walked into a pole. Normally, I am more animal than man. I live in fear at consistent intervals. My senses are built … More
Travel Blog 8: Smells Like Green Spirit Most architecture is older than the people who live both inside and around it. But what does it do to those same modern people to exist in a modern context among structures built for a time well before they came around? Bordeaux is one of those places that … More
Travel Blog 7: Blogzilla Vs. Mechablogzilla The tide will come in, eventually. You can tell by the soft clay earth separated from the road that leads up to Mont Saint Michel, a fortress and abbey on the northwestern shore of Normandy in France. Sharp, dark stones are brushed with green algae, and a few tidal … More
Travel Blog 6: Bloggius Travelanius And the Half-Off Priced Train Ticket Along the roads of Normandy, it seems that most of humanity has been shuttered away. All that’s left of them are their homes, their yards and the petty semblances of lives being lived. There are few people walking the streets on a Thursday afternoon … More
Travel Blog 5: Live Travel, or Die Blog I’m going to get a little macabre, extremely irreverent and even a little bit weird. It’s more of a thought experiment than an actual thought, though I’ve arrived at a certain idea: We should create more museums for the dead. All dead, all recently dead, all the … More
Travel Blog 4: This Time, It’s Personal I remember my first time being outside New York, when I was still young enough to think that the rest of the world was truly different. I came to Florida when I was something like 5 years old. I touched down, and as we drove through those Orlando … More
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