Life and Death and Luck
It’s weird.
On Expectations of Happiness
When you’re travelling, no one wants to hear you’re depressed.
Festa Brasileira
The party explodes from the darkness like a joyous firework filled with food and music.
London I Love
London grew in fits and starts, bound for a millennia by the slow crawl of humanity.
Australia: Ending on High Note
I fled 1770, days late and angry, a little after 1 in the morning.