I could see the front of my two feet every few seconds. I would play a game to see how much of my shoe I could actually bring into my field of vision with each step taken. It had been about 10 solid minutes that I was pushing the four-wheeler with my arms while staring […]
A Mind’s Construction of Paros Island
An Island Hopper’s Manifesto
The careening bow of the ship tilts the top two centimeters of my beer ever so slightly, but the violence is contained within the glass. It’s been at least 40 minutes since we spotted land, but the boat continues to cut through the dark blue waters. Even with such anarchy below, currents ripped up by […]