The Bald Nomad
Unintended Interstitial and the Torment of Lost Time
On Expectations of Happiness
When you’re travelling, no one wants to hear you’re depressed.
Bordeaux and Toulouse
The party explodes from the darkness like a joyous firework filled with food and music.
Sweden in Summer…
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.