thirty-two weeks gone.

This is the last time I’ll write one of these. In five days I leave Scotland for the next big thing, the next weird adventure. I’m not quite ready to announce what that is, but in some ways it’s safer than coming here and in other ways it’s a whole new set of risks and […]

photo story/ borghese hermaphroditus

The Louvre was enormous and impossible to navigate. My brother held the map and led us to the main attractions: The Mona Lisa, St. Mary Magdalene, Venus de Milo. We passed Sleeping Hermaphroditos by mistake. The mattress, carved by Bernini, looks anything but stone-like. You want to touch it. You want to confirm its hardness. […]

convincing.

Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced. text from Markus Zusak’s The Book […]