Summer is the beginning

The years, for me, do not begin in January. They start over in the summer. In the heat; when things…

Protected: Journal archives: existential dread & hope

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To be honest, I don’t have a niche. For years, the number one thing I’ve been told is that to…

I never imagined myself wandering the streets of Oslo, Norway, but it ended up being the place where I spent…

The train arrived at 17:47. Only a few hours earlier, I had decided to leave Switzerland and hop on a…

I arrived in Annecy, France on a sunny Friday morning in late July. The views from the train windows on…