Gift Cards and Gasoline
I had a suitcase with me and it hampered my movements, for I belong to the class of people who hate carrying anything. –Vladimir. Nabokov. Despair.
December 26, 2012 · 6 Comments
I Pick Things Up And Put Them Down
At baggage claim in Istanbul, the men are standing with hands on their hips. They wait shoulder to shoulder, some standing sideways to get one arm slightly closer to the … Continue reading
July 23, 2012 · 15 Comments
The Guy in Sunglasses
He was his sunglasses. He could see perfectly well, but these were as much a part of his outfit as his long black ponytail. Reasonably, he wore the sunglasses while … Continue reading
November 18, 2011 · 13 Comments
The Nice Thing About Strangers 