“You don’t take a photograph. You ask quietly to borrow it.” — Unknown X. There is a thing about missed opportunities. Most times, once it’s gone, it’s gone. The only thing you can do [...]
X. You sit, silent. Look out the window, watch the sparse trees and thick brown grasses run in the opposite direction. You point at sights to the person sitting beside you. You do not [...]
The road has been a gift that keeps on giving even though most times it’s a repetition of what has happened before. Enter a new place, get familiar, meet people, seek permission, lift a [...]