feeling something

he put me on an “idea contract.” Every month, I had to write a memo of what I thought was interesting in travel, and what I thought we should do stories on.

“We only dream of images we have inside us”

You’re nostalgic for the bumps and you don’t even know it.

iterate toward something that feels alive

And if I arrive alone? So be it. If I arrive misunderstood? I’ll survive that too. I’ve already done worse.