As a result of being shot by his shitty uncle, Tony Soprano lays comatose, in a hospital bed. On the exterior he’s of course unconscious, using a breathing machine while loved ones surround him and grieve. On the interior however, Tony’s mind constructs a sort of Sims for him. In this unconscious dreamscape, Tony is…

There seems to be a separation taking shape between we tourists on this mountain. Group A hypothesizes about our police enforced, collective curfew. Was it extended today, if so, for how long? It’s rarely extended. Group A sits in circles collaborating on the current state of the infection in India. What’s happening in their countries,…

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(CONTINUED) Now, I always intended for India to be a healing experience for me. Of course I couldn’t have predicted the current state of our world while navigating various political, cultural and personal problems out there, in the sticky throngs of Africa. Looking back however, I regard my time traveling within Africa more and more…

It’s been awhile friends. A lot has happened since I was bewitched in Varanasi by what I must confess was a glimpse behind the cosmic curtain at our temporary mortal being. A lot. As I’m sure you too can attest. What with this fucking Bird Flu making everyone crazy. Being in India at this moment…

From Marrakesh to Athens to Ukraine to Delhi. Then a same day sleeper train to Manduadih, just outside the holy city of Varanasi, where I walked until my feet literally fell apart in my hands. Once I arrived on the banks of the sacred river, I felt a surge of incredible relief, appreciation for life…

Well that was an intense experience. So much has happened to me here, backpacking across the continent, that retrospection is making me emotional. Tres emo. Yes. Exposure to objective racism, on a fairly daily basis has had an effect on me, I must confess. An effect I measure by this new hesitance to trust strangers.…

I’ll be blunt. There is a definite hash artery in Chefchaouen. And I seem to be the beating heart it flows to. Aside from the uniform light blue buildings, taxies and souvenirs, might I suggest that hash is this regions economic mainstay? Or at least was. I aimlessly walk within Chefchaouens dizzying blue architecture, while…

Act 1. It seems like everyone I talk to from Europe or North America, is eager to at least mention the Coronavirus. Act 2. I was waiting for my bus when a boy slid to a stop on his bike by dragging his feet in the gravel. Flintstones style. He was leaning over the handle…

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If there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that my indecision often leads to rather extreme experiences. Because coupled to my indecision, is my desire to do. To move. To see. Go. I blame my Basal Ganglia. Google it. If Bobby doesn’t have a plan, as is normally the case. Then arriving in M’hamid,…

The abundance of carbs here, in Morocco, is ruining my emaciated malaria bod. Over breakfast I doted on a rather concrete itinerary, where in, I was on my way to Chefchaouen. The blue city, at last. I walked to the empty bus station, near the madina. A casually dressed employee said “Tangier“, asking me where…