A Shadow on the Peninsula
You have no thought of answersOnly questions to be filled… – Big Country, Just a Shadow Out on the eastern … Continue reading A Shadow on the Peninsula
You have no thought of answersOnly questions to be filled… – Big Country, Just a Shadow Out on the eastern … Continue reading A Shadow on the Peninsula
Beyond the sinuous valleys and rumpled ridges of the Hundalees, State Highway 1 meets the Kaikōura Coast at Oaro. It … Continue reading An Underwater Serengeti
I take out my notebook. The pages are full: temples and egg burgers, tea hills and brick-walled cafes, a girl in green velvet, sandalwood incense, a monk’s woodblock at 4:16 AM. I have written all of it. I have carried it with me, across this country, across this night. Now I close the notebook. I slip it into my bag. I lean back in my seat. Continue reading Night Flight From Guangzhou
I’m getting off to get lost in the air,At the edge of the world where the light is bending… – … Continue reading The Temple by the Sea
But the journey. The journey is still the same. The sense of moving through a landscape that is still, in some deep way, unfamiliar to me. The small thrill of stepping onto a bus and trusting it to take me somewhere I have never been; or back to a place I know well. That trust is easier now. The bus will not break down. The driver will not lose control. The windows will not fall out. It is safer. It is cleaner. It is, in almost every way, better. Continue reading On the Buses
Later, I see a plaque. Carved stone, old, official. Two characters: “Civilisation endures.” I do not know what to do with these two things: the girl, the plaque. But they belong together. They must. Continue reading The Girl in the Doorway
The tide is coming in. It does not rush. It never rushes. But it is relentless; a slow, patient rising … Continue reading High Tide on Luoyang Qiao
At Waterton Lakes National Park–a landscape of perpendicular mountains and deep, glacial lakes on the eastern edge of the Canadian … Continue reading WHERE THE PRAIRIES MEET THE MOUNTAINS
On the overpasses, cars crawl through the mirage, each one a sealed bubble of air-conditioned defiance. But the city doesn’t care. The heat is indifferent, eternal. It radiates from the concrete, rises in waves from the road, presses down from above: a three-dimensional sauna of light and dust. Somewhere behind all that sun-glare, the desert waits, unchanged and unimpressed. Continue reading Heat and Dust
The Burj Khalifa points into the sky like a Qibla compass, its needle turned upwards towards Allah (Subḥānahu wa taʿālā). … Continue reading Sim City