There is hardly a place more depressing than a dying mall. The vastness of the decay. The long-ago cheer. A space requiring fullness, vacuumed out.
Only in an emergency would I end up in one. But when I landed in Atlanta earlier today, I found that a packing error had rendered me sports jacket-less. Continue reading “The unmatched gloom of the dying mall”
I should preface with this: My job as a freelance medical writer, while perfect much of the time, letting me work at home and see my kids a lot, sometimes involves a feeling of despair when travel abroad is imminent. This might sound ridiculous or phony. Continue reading “A rendition of bliss written while slightly intoxicated in Madrid”
My first experience on a roadway in Delhi was on an expressway of chaos in a glorified golf cart, a tin can on wheels. Continue reading “War, peace and anarchy on the roads in Delhi”
As natural beauty goes, there’s something different about the California coast. With cliffs, there’s mystery. Not everything is easily within sight — there are drop-offs and crags and holes and grooves. There’s a little danger. Continue reading “The cliffs”