Travels

Turks flow into Persians who mesh into Indians who gradiate into Inonesians who blend into Vietnamese who seem disarmingly similar to Chinese.

All over the world, I see groups of men huddled among rusty scissors and jars of antiseptic lotion (what is in that green stuff they rub on your face before hacking away with a dull razor-blade?).

What are some social scenes you like in your neck of the woods?  I've noticed that while places may differ in ambiance – most of the conversations are universally the same...

Dharma comes like a whispering wind, then lightning, it comes and renders the parts of you that wants to understand, it splinters the labyrinth – crumbling down like a deck of cards, so futile and easy and loathsome – when it comes, it's a violent silence...

I was in the Ammarin tribe's territory -- the only visitor there for the day. The compound was blinding white, scorched by the sun, until I saw a high bluff that cut deep shadows into the ground.

I spent an hour alone atop the mountain, sharing tea with the local guides and clapped along to their undulating songs, accompanied by a round, half-moon guitar.