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...
Bend — I wonder if she misses me. I wonder if she knows I missed her. We used to email every day, during every class, until the last secound at night, and the first secounds into the morning. She was my girl...
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