I remember then feeling I had to rise against it, that Hanoi was something to be conquered. Maybe I wasn’t in the right place; maybe it wasn’t the right time. You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.
Category Archives: place
Paths, Possibilities, and NYC
Such different life paths
From each other, and from mine
Yet New York City is like glue
Where these intersections materialize
Fragments on Time: Found Poetry in My Dashboard
I have nearly 50 drafts in my blog’s dashboard — waiting, forgotten, abandoned.
On Travel, Time, and (Revisiting) Granada
Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.