ANOTHER DAY

Head down, just the steps, just focus on the steps.  Close my ears to the noise of grinding metal, of horns, of hawking and selling, of coughing, of brakes of shouting and jibbering madness.  Close my eyes to the urine-covered walls,  a jellyfish shaped shadow left to evaporate and sour after each pissing ; close my nose.  Close my heart to the . . . → Read More: vision girl

                                           12.18, palmira, colombia 12030km

Alright, I admit it.  I’m not ashamed but I’m not proud, either.  I’d rather not have to do it, but it’s just a simple necessity.  It had never even occurred to me as a possibility before this trip; not in childhood, not in my adult years, not as a professional.  In fact, the . . . → Read More: my dark secret

Thousands of them.  Thousands upon thousands over these last four years.  In each of my slow-walk days, I pass ten, maybe thirty, occasionally hundreds.  And even now, even after seeing so many of them they tug at the corners of my eyes, sting me with tiny jolts of sadness, lonlieness, regret, guilt even. 

Crosses.

The roads of South . . . → Read More: A glimpse of road