Volume I · A traveling life
chapters from the long way around
March · 21–28
Pastel tiles and the slow click of a tram. I drank coffee in three different squares and called it research.
April · 02–11
Bamboo, then bells, then the kind of quiet that only old cities know how to keep.
May · 14–20
Saffron, sun, the call to prayer at dusk drifting over rooftops painted the color of a held breath.
September · 08–15
Lava fields the color of espresso, the long blue dusk, a horse that looked at me too long.
"Some places you only visit. Others you carry."