It's March 24, 2020. The exponential math of coronavirus is starting to kick in, and I'm hunkered down in Tbilisi, Georgia. I'm realizing that I never finished writing about my travels, so I open my journal and go back to summer of 2019, in the Baltics. And I find gold. The solitude that everyone is [...]
I don't re-read my journal entries often enough. I went through them yesterday in a moment of boredom, and was rewarded with page after page of raw gold: insights surfaced in the moment and then evaporating from my memory, as if they were physically attached to the minutes during which they were written. Thankfully I [...]
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