My father used to call me his absent-minded professor. Just like your papa, he’d say. One love called me his…
Read More
My father used to call me his absent-minded professor. Just like your papa, he’d say. One love called me his…
That I could sit, silent, in the dingy yellows of lanky grass, frail and translucent as my grandfather’s hands. And…
After thousands of miles and thirty straight days of rain, I had finally reached the sun-glinted waters of the South…
I arrive at the ferry terminal on Phuket just in time for the skies to open up upon the group…
After four easy days couchsurfing in KL, I abruptly wore out my welcome with an awkwardly denied sexual advance from…
I left the island of Tioman, Malaysia carrying an empty space from the ones I had left so soon and…