Writer in Transit

Suddenly felt like writing about this. Spurred on by the feeling of increasing polarization in today’s world.

This show was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. This is a tribute, a love letter.

Part non-fiction travel, part nature writing, part musings and reflections. At the heart of it, it’s a record of a series of meanderings on the road and of the mind during my almost 3-month road trip across the US. And it’s a book, a travelogue.

Just got back from our family weekend trip to Big Bear, CA for some first-time skiing! It was a much needed time for relaxation, and adventure.

New York in color-patches and light. And a much needed reminder to be cheerful, to enjoy the moment.

Like all great stories, it’s a tale about love and loss and death and life. And history and quantum mechanics and time. And not-knowing. It’s a tale for the time being.

There’s something about poetic writings that’s starting to strike me. When did it start? I’m really surprising myself now – first, writing, now poetry?

The Canadian travel show “departures,” and the book “Vagabonding” ruined me. In the best possible way. Now I dream of long-term travel.

Early Retirement. That’s it. That’s the goal. Why? – Freedom, Time, Possibility.

This book is a grounded narrative of the natural world, tied to philosophical, metaphysical insights. It’s a metaphysical nature book, a theodicy. And I love every page of it.