Going back to a book is like returning to the cities we believe to be our own, but which, in reality, we've forgotten and been forgotten by.
Musings on missing out.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
An ode to the time of year where there are few odes. The upside of the low season.
Hipster cafés, cheap vodka, functional public transport. How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
Looking for existential musings on parallel universes, and finding something resembling a real parallel universe.
Vienna is much less ideal than Bologna for the 6-hour layover, but that doesn't mean it's not dizzingly magical. Float through this city and just try not to hum the Blue Danube Waltz to yourself.
What are men compared to rocks and mountains and selfies? -Elizabeth Bennett, probably The last time I hiked the Rilke trail from Duino to Sistiana, I was too distracted by cute boys (and the excitement of being abroad for the first time, but mostly cute boys) to truly appreciate the scenery. And by "appreciate the …
I can't remember the last time I went to Echo Park Lake... I know it was some time when I was a child, before they re-modeled and re-opened the pretty new park they have now. When I was growing up, Echo Park and the surrounding neighborhoods were much poorer and considered unsafe. How accurate this …