ethnographic

In which the urban nomad heads west, takes notes.

permalink It’s funny how sometimes you recognize a place only in returning to it. Ah yes, this is how the water tastes here, this is how my skin feels in this place. This is how the air feels, this is what it is to be warm, these are the colors when you fly towards the sunset and step out into a place that is familiar but is not home.

It’s funny how sometimes you recognize a place only in returning to it. Ah yes, this is how the water tastes here, this is how my skin feels in this place. This is how the air feels, this is what it is to be warm, these are the colors when you fly towards the sunset and step out into a place that is familiar but is not home.

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