All the Rivers Run Into the Ocean
How far can one go with just a vaccine card and a dream?
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“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.”
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Travel Blog 20: Home Alone 9: This time I’m Macaulay Culkin Click here to see a route of where I went these past two months. What’s worse about coming home then finding the grooves of your life already established in the earth? I only need to lay myself down onto those tracks and let my…
Stories of Falling Water and Dry Earth
Travel Blog 19: This One’s For All the Marbles It was our second to last day in Iceland when my brother asked me, “what do you think an environment like this does to the perspectives of the people who live there?” There is a starkness to everything in Iceland, though maybe except the people. Along…
Living Like a Water Strider on the Streets of Copenhagen
Travel Blog 18: A Blog Now Old Enough to Drive We can all only be so lucky to have guideposts pointing in the direction of our graves. It’s what one can expect when walking into the Assistens Kirkegård, a cemetery in the Nørrebro district of Copenhagen that features many famous Danes. It’s an open air…
All Laid There By Delicate Hands
Travel Blog 17: Heavyweight Blogging Champion of the World Generosity takes the form of a small cottage, a preserved fossil sitting on the outskirts of the city of Aarhus in Denmark. It’s one in a protected development that sits enclosed by tall hedges, while a new development rises and rises just a block away, high…
Famous, Infamous, Dead, and Alive
Travel Blog 16: Party On, Wayne Life takes hold among brick and stone. It can either be given room to grow, in the gardens and planters set for it, or it must force its way up through the cracks of misplaced or ill managed places. This city, Amsterdam, is one of a kind of dual…
The Bells on Concrete
Travel Blog 15: Black Magic Blog It feels very strange and discordant to hear the huge, rumbling, clanging church bells echo down streets of cold modern architecture, where the sound reverberates through glass and grey concrete. The two things, the modern architecture and the Medieval calls to prayer, do not mix well in my mind.…
What Lies Between History and Shame
Travel Blog 14: Make Love Not Blog There are two kinds of people in Germany, as I’ve come to think of it. There are the folks who wait for the crossing sign to turn green, whether or not the road is devoid of any traffic for miles in either direction. Then there are those who…
Do Rebels Need Causes?
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…
The Winding Ways of Time
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,…
Both the Lakes and Mountains are Still
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…
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