travel
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Paris Again
I watched Midnight in Paris on the plane and wondered if I was idealizing a different era in my own life. Paris is exactly as I remember and not at all. I learned from at least one mistake, and booked my room for the previous night so I could get into it when I finally Continue reading
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Twilight (Feb 11, 2023)
Ha Giang was the definitive high of my trip. It was overwhelming; days sitting on the back of that scooter and watching it all go by, evenings sitting and drinking and miming with locals at night. Plastic rainproof outfits, crags climbing and descending. The cold swimming hole and the cheap cheap cheap beer. I have Continue reading
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the escape artist (early 2013)
The escape artist was practicing his disappearing act in his head, slightly distracted by the heat of his room, even more distracted when the fan turned to send its chill. He could relate this infrequency with the air to his own nature. In one idle state of being, usually pressed in by some warm force Continue reading
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The travelogue: Part I (2012)
I had been home from Israel for 2 weeks. Taglit was exhaustingly illuminating. I immediately wanted to go back to Tel Aviv, sort of wished I had saved this trip for a time in my life where I was feeling better, could have been more confident, more social, more outgoing. Better. The end of the Continue reading
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Late Nights, Early Flights (2014)
I never sleep well before I travel somewhere. Doesn’t matter how far I’m going, a creeping anxiousness comes between me and my blankets as I try to get well rested before sitting on a plane. I’m done living in Lauderdale. Tomorrow I’m flying to Puerto Rico with my British friend. I don’t know how long Continue reading
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Observations on a Train
We will have to jump to this point in the story of my life, and I hope it can be a prelude to a coming piece. I had spent too much time in Paris. I arrived, met a friend and another, left quickly to celebrate Queen’s Day in Amsterdam, then returned to bid my friends Continue reading
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Movements part I
I saw Astrid swat a fly dead then fail to find it after sweeping it away, continually looking, confused at the disappearance. Her sureness of having killed it faded as a new fly appeared. From my vantage point, I knew it was merely a new fly, flies being a plentiful pest. She regarded it as Continue reading
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Choosing through musings
I left for the airport, intentionally leaving my umbrella behind, and it began to rain. I’ve great respect for whoever said “when it rains, it pours”. Nail on the head, nail on the head. My cabbie is running out of gas. I’m struggling to poeticize this now, but that’s life. I’m still smiling, and the Continue reading
About Me
Tethered to Cincinnati but interested in the world.
Maxwell's Lost Again 