Kaolack, Senegal 2012 I pulled strands of dusty hair out of my eyes, squinting into the sun, my arm hanging out the open window of the sept plus in rural Senegal. The sept plus, French for ‘seven more’, a dilapidated station wagon in which seven people and all their luggage were stuffed, was headed towards […]
Split, Croatia was so beautiful, I almost couldn’t believe it. I was wheeling my bike through the White City of Gondor, looking up at the white ruins, down at the worn white steps and smooth pathways winding through old buildings giving way to open squares. I was talking to my friend Patrick, whom I had […]
I am filthy. My jeans have grease stains where they’ve rubbed up against the bike chain, and I was sad to realize this morning the long, dark stain I discovered on my shoe was, in fact, a tear where the fabric had worn tissue thin. They will have will hold together a bit longer— roughly […]
