Wandering

Wandering is Good For You v2 This post was originally known as Wandering is Good for You For 99% of human history, in the time before agriculture, wandering was a core behavior loop that we used to explore, understand, and influence the world around us. But in the last few

In Offenburg, Germany, waiting for a night train to Prague. Typing in a charmless bar, surrounded by old men silently watching soccer news out of one eye, and the bar maid out the other. Chris Isaak's Wicked Game is on the sound system. A guy with his belly

This is a story about an idiot, a piece of shit, and looong spoons. Yesterday after taking a nice coffee and croissant with my friend Nick, we rounded the corner back onto the high street Kurfürstendamm, which is filled with fancy clothes and self-care shops. I saw him coming. An

In Berlin. These motherfuckers don’t jaywalk. But they do have crows. And great, if sometimes cheesy graffiti. And beautiful buildings of disparate ages, with little paths wending between them. Magnificent. I left my apartment about 8:30 last night, took 3 trains to JFK, almost missed my 11:55

There’s an Italian guy here in the city who has me stored in his phone as Dan the Vampire. It’s two am, and I’m sitting at 42nd street waiting 13 fucking minutes for the A. There’s a Latin dude on the bench next to me watching

Last night I was out with my boy D. doing some recon in the East Village when we walked past a Thai Dumpling spot on the western end of St. Mark's. We were like 5 paces past it, when I decided I had to go back and look