Maxwell's Lost Again

learned lessons, unfollowed directions


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  • Back to a Beginning (Dec 28, 2022)

    10 years ago today, I forgot my passport. This has happened to me a few too many times. After three months in Central and South America, I went home for the holidays with the plans of backpacking through Southeast Asia and doing some Muay Thai. I was supposed to land the day before New Years Continue reading

  • Of Age in the Airport

    Of Age in the Airport

    Don’t ask me why but I wasn’t allowed to leave Narita. Continue reading

  • 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

  • Anthony and Me: Puerto Rico Condensed

    Anthony and Me: Puerto Rico Condensed

    Anthony and I met in Bangkok. We played a drinking game with a group and then piled into a cab together. We talked about A$AP Rocky and he tried to call “dibs” on the hostel worker as she climbed onto my lap and kissed me. We liked each other immediately. When I made it to Continue reading

  • Fragility

    I like watching Kung Fu movies. You focus heavily on the humanity and movements of one character while everyone else-excepting a few skilled oppositional characters-are just pawns to be broken. I watched Kill Bill and thought about death, how such a nuanced art form of heavily complex movement yields to one (or one hundred) player’s Continue reading

  • Expulsion

    I am a firm believer in the fact that the world has never been better than it is now, yet I’m jealous of older ages for a few large reasons. Mainly the fact that every book, movie and album I’ve ever loved is digital, immaterial, and easily lost. I’ll never have a shelf to pull Continue reading

  • Ultimates

    Let’s say you’re in a golf cart with a drunk Floridian man with slightly grayed hair, brown leather skin, and he’s excitedly telling you about the young women who’ve regretted waking up with him. His driving doesn’t seem to be affected by the drink. He presumably does all of his driving while drinking, probably only Continue reading

  • Notes for a Friend going to Europe

    Have a journal and let it be more than another weight in your backpack. Write every day so that those days may stay alive on the pages where you left them, waiting to be lived again. I’m not saying you won’t remember it if you don’t, you are doing something memorable, but you can’t share Continue reading

  • Lost in Lille part I

    I arrive at the train station in Lille, sober after the contemplations of aging perspective. I finish my orangina, scarf down my pain de chocolate and come to a sudden realization; I have absolutely no clue how to get to the Hostel Gastama. I step out into the drizzling rain, thankful my friend Anthony had Continue reading

  • Ride Around

    I spent 3 short days in Chicago, drinking and going to restaurants, listening to what David and Dylan said about the restaurant business. Things like the different computer programs they use, they likened the most popular software to Monsanto, a comparison I never could have imagined but I liked the comparison as I thought it Continue reading

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Tethered to Cincinnati but interested in the world.

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