Hi. I’m feeling so exposed and vulnerable. No family. No business. No home, roots or symbols of meaning that we often point at to say, “this is me, I am good,” with a highly-tuned sensitivity to read the faces of others around us to affirm our belonging. This has been my state of being for
Great little spot that transports you back to Eastern Europe not to leave out the Epic-ness of Condesa Mexico City.
I’m bewitched. This place has teleported me from the trapping of the matrix and enchanted me with the divine. There is a loss of time, the minutes passing like days, relying on my trusty Garmin to give me a feeling of time and space. Time is such a brutal master, it’s seconds counting down over
Located in the Marina District of San Francisco, The Interval at Long Now is akin to walking into Lex Luther’s library all with an aircraft feel and a love for architecture and engines. A winding staircase tempts the inner child in me to venture up to the second floor but to my chagrin, it is