So, am I excited for college?
Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know.
"I realized, as my parents and I drove to Mysore for the meet, that I had never quite answered the question for myself. Somehow, I’d always assumed I’d end up in science."
"In a landscape characterized by its tight-knit isolation, where things change, literally, glacially if at all, the transient population of tourists are the ones with the impacts that linger far beyond their ephemeral visits."
“In every direction something loomed; it was easy to think us pioneers, completely alone in a landscape nearly ethereal.”
Life on the pasture.
Those peaks would be 6000 meters high—the length of a cross country race run vertically away my island-bound comprehension. I shivered at the thought, and at the knowledge soon I would be there, too, above it all.
I thought this trip would be about seeing new places and falling in love or yearning or something beyond with each in turn. But at the end everything has blurred in retrospect. What am I going to write about it all?
15 minutes in Bosnia, King’s Landing, and beyond.
Fairytales are concrete things with defined tropes and patterns: this is not.
Involved mild destabilizing anxiety, graffiti, and backpacking Europe.