Madrid — It’s my forty-fifth day in Spain, one week after the end of an intense film shoot up in the north. Now I’m in Madrid, without a plan, holed up in an apartment on my own for the next few days. I took a midnight walk because it’s Saturday night and I didn’t want to be stay in, on the prowl for something I knew I wouldn’t find. And soon it hit me. All these hours on my own, guiltily wishing I weren...
Lungsod quezon — I wrote a #1, so I figured, why not keep going? Resolution #2: learn how to be alone. It sounds ironic coming from me. I’ve spent my whole life “alone,” relationship-wise, and I’ve managed to travel ...
Midori ward — The Moon, that taciturn, imperfect satellite. She wonders if it ever felt lonely, if it is tired of being on its own. The moon doesn’t answer but she knows something for sure: It is so strangely beaut...
San francisco — And the main thing I love about going solo - this wide openness to serendipity - has momentarily lost its luster. I say this even though the last flight I was on, flying in to here, I was lucky enough...
Maybe someday I'll miss this: midnight walks alone, a stranger in a strange land.
"I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills..."
After five years of literally flying solo (and singing its praises), I have a confession: it's begun to wear thin.
#2: How to be alone.
Comfort of the Back Corner
Café spying again
A moment of quiet indulgence amidst the decadence of Art Basel Miami Beach.
Maybe this is the moment I was waiting for. True sense of independence, joy of solitude and mindfulness are all in my way.