Tag: writing

• Lido di Camaiore

  random thoughts from days on an Italian beach It’s weird to be in a place so dreamlike, staring off into the distant mountains, waves relentlessly rising and falling, pushing you forward and pulling you back in the trough, hearing the laughter and splashing of kids, and feeling weightless floating in the sunny sea.  Contemplating my […]
• the Brooklyn Bridge at 5am.

  Apparently 5 AM is the quietest time in the city, but don’t take my word for it.  If you’re not in a rush, see it for yourself, the fresh city smells, not all tasty. Take a walk through Brooklyn down roads with little traffic in these early hours, awaiting the early risers, runners, trying to […]
• finding comfort in nostalgia

  Nostalgia allows me to look back at myself as if through a reflection and then look forward at who I want to be, and see the same feelings, emotions, cycles. The same soul carrying me through life.