“another body falls into the water” … More New Zealand of my Thirst
Marissa and I arrived in Lisbon with two enormous bags filled with blindness. We dragged them like sacks of bones, dried and daydream-induced, powdery in an afternoon where several sunsets competed for travel manuscripts of old routes. We were lost. We can’t find our hotel in the confusion of an ancient city, washed by the … More Blindness and Bacalhau in Lisbon
“As mortals we should behave as mortals.” – Euripides, Greek playwright Among the many surprises and conveniences about modern life, learning while staring history from a safe distance is one of them. Mortality is a mordant gift. It is man’s most excellent opportunity to learn and grow. We can experience history even in the abstract as a fresh … More Delphi and the Oracle of the Present
“And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it…” Luke 19:41 … More A Portrait of My Jerusalem
Intoxication reeks of combustible ethanol on a head-ached opaque late morning. Even with all the force and platitudes dispensed from a historical milieu about the folly of drinking, the eminence of c’est la vie prevails. Even with how much you want to dash out the spoiled offspring of fermentation with obsequious courtesy, the bastard called … More C’est la vie Paris and be drunk!
Gli opened my eyes to the city that straddles between the past and present struggle of two continents. … More Cat’s Eyes of Istanbul
Sagrada Familia’s taciturn shadow casts a long and languid image of a black hair of a woman too nonchalant about the day. It collects within itself Gaudi’s genius and lunacy of a vertical homage to God whose spires are too magnificent and bewildering to our distinctive thirst of artistic expression. Inventive and striking beyond our … More Woman with a Heart so White in Barcelona