What I pack, and what I finally stopped packing
Eleven years of over-packing, distilled into a short list and one hard-won rule.
Eleven years of over-packing, distilled into a short list and one hard-won rule.
The phone became a camera, then a paperweight. Notes on the particular clarity of being unreachable.
Turn the phone face-down. Take the smaller road. A modest argument for not knowing exactly where you are.
On the particular romance — and the particular discomfort — of sleeping your way across a country.