Sometimes you just have to step back and let the city tell its own stories.
If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to take another look back at my project, this time through song.
Last days are never as profound as they appear on television.
It was only my second of three days in England, and here I was, after having frantically raced to the bathroom, aggressively puking into my friend’s toilet.
Home is a base, a starting point, a fixture to which I latch a tether, however temporarily. Like a climber reaching for the next anchor point, I’m always searching for somewhere new to fasten a hold.
No matter how many books read, how many websites visited, how many personal accounts accumulated, when it comes down to make the actual move, my arms remain outstretched in a darkened room.
In my lowest times, I've always turned to music. It lifts me up, consoles me, gives me perspective, and it often articulates my emotions better than I can. On at least one occasion, it has literally saved my life.
The institution of marriage is simultaneously a business arrangement and a romantic bond, a facilitator of families and a symbolic gesture. In all its iterations, though, marriage remains a blind leap into the future, the unknown.