The Monastery of Used Bookstores They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
Dancing with the Hours Here's to the slipperiness of seconds. To the way moments expand and contract defying our attempts to hold them still.
The manual of human weather Seasons don't just change – they dissolve into each other like watercolours bleeding across wet paper.
Nothing has meaning beyond the meaning we give it We are cosmic graffiti artists, spraying our declarations of importance across the indifferent walls of reality.
The shape of water There is a profound relief in finally surrendering to your own shape, in letting your edges be edges
The man who never left The greatest journey is the one we take in accepting that all our movements, grand or small, are just elaborate preparations for the moment we must stop moving altogether.I chose to begin with stillness
Why Moneyball is creating the age of average This fixation on metrics in cultural spheres is creating a world where everything is optimised but nothing is truly brilliant
Nomadism in suburbia It's greenest where you water it. And with a nomadic mindset, you can turn any patch of ground into fertile soil for growth and adventure.
Uncharted The cartography of identity, where we plot our strengths and our quirks. But what happens when we stumble into uncharted territories?