October 16, 2008 · Industries
What strikes you first isn’t the exotic otherness or the golden pagodas catching light like they’re trying to blind God himself. It’s the faces. Christ, those faces. They’re not performing for the lens; they’re just there, existing in that specific frequency of humanity that only emerges when people have learned to live under the boot […]
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February 14, 2008 · Wanderlust
Wanderlust along the Burma Road… This is Burma and it is unlike any land known about Rudyard Kipling So I’m on the Burma Road with Kipling in one pocket and Orwell in the other, and already I know I’m fucked. Because I can’t unread those guys, can’t unknow what they knew, what they got wrong, […]
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January 20, 2008 · Wanderlust
Look at those elephants. Seriously, look at them. Towering over the street like a dream made manifest, like something that crawled out of the collective unconscious and decided to take a walk. You think you understand puppets? You think they’re for children? You don’t know shit. Most of us don’t want to admit that we’re […]
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January 14, 2008 · Wanderlust
Wanderlust over a collapsing and swaying Myanmar bridge… So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore. T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding You know that moment, and if you’ve really traveled, you know exactly what I’m talking about, when […]
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December 28, 2007 · Wanderlust
Look at this magnificent bastard suspended in mid-flight, caught between the ocean’s memory and some salaryman’s 3 AM craving. This is Tsukiji at 4 in the morning, when Tokyo’s still half-drunk and the only religion that matters is the one written in fish blood on concrete floors. This icon of a tuna didn’t just die, […]
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July 17, 2007 · Wanderlust
I was fifteen when I spent that year in Italy. Fifteen, when you’re all elbows and hormones and terrible decisions, when everything imprints on you like wet concrete. And Italy didn’t just imprint. It branded me. We lived in a villa in Fiesole. Fiesole, where the hills roll up from Florence and you can see […]
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September 29, 2006 · Collusion
Email... Rick, Some stockbroker lunatic came up with something amazing. Plymouth-Dakar Challenge. Buy a £100 shitbox. Drive 4,400 miles through Morocco, Western Sahara, Mauritania to The Gambia. No race. No prize. J ust you versus the desert versus entropy. When you arrive, if... auction the car for charity. They've done this since 2003. Teachers. […]
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