travel

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We rose into a five o’clock night

I took a picture and captioned it, “This is what transnational loneliness looks like.”

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We swam south through green fields and rolling hills

We made a list of all the things we didn’t know: when was the Bronze Age, and what’s steel made of, anyway?

Scenes From The Train

Mile by mile, cookie by cookie, escaping the holidays

Estoy Cansado

A Kenyan writer moves to Colombia and struggles to learn Spanish

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My Airport: YEG

An airport that lets you enter the United States before you geographically enter the United States.

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The maître d’ at the restaurant bore a striking resemblance to Paul Manafort

For a split second I had constructed a little narrative that Paul Manafort was here, trying to rebuild his life working in hospitality in eastern China.

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The span of America between DC and New York is so strange to me and I can’t figure out how to articulate the feeling.

It feels like a developer aimed to fit maybe just one more Holiday Inn amongst a row of already cramped budget hotels for a stretch of 225 miles.

I’m not sure people on the outside realize how monotonous life in Gaza is.

There are very few forms of entertainment—no theaters or playhouses like I read about in other countries—and those that exist are not affordable.

My Airport: ABQ

It mimics the interior of a Spanish colonial mission church constructed with wood, straw, mud, and forced labor.