Lungsod quezon — Finally finished and shared my film, a heartfelt ode to travel, inspired by my two months traveling in Latin America. My buddy Christine Herrin did a wonderful job with the handwritten lettering you see in the picture. The following is a transcript of the words I speak over the video: TO THOSE WHO WOULD SEE WONDERFUL THINGS Someone once told me that those who would see wonderful things must ofte...
Mandalay — When I was a teenager, I have a distinct memory of being afraid of things inevitably going bad whenever things were going suspiciously well. As if life were a zero-sum game of happiness and sadness. I...
Hellerup — Family cooking books, gifts are wrapped, snowflakes cutted out of paper and dangling on invisible strings. Songs older then I am, happy and loud from every window. People smiling. The jolly season whe...
Wondering if she misses me
Here the sky comes to meet the earth.
I avoided writing for weeks. I wondered what my first words would be; how they would sound like.
You belong to the world, and the world is in you.
A heart this full, in the middle of a journey this uncertain. Maybe this is how it should be.
"You'll know when you arrived".
In a state of wonder
Wondering. I don't remember when it faded but I miss it when it's gone.
The jolly season. It's this time of the year. Smell of Christmas tree and glögg, Christmas baking