My friend, Louise // Made me a bet
During my travels over the past few weeks, I've repeatedly confronted one particular skill.
Yesterday, the Philadelphia Inquirer published an article about how the new Michelin guide called Philadelphia the “Frenchest American city.”
Here I am, attempting to learn how to code for the fifth or sixth time in my life.
I saw something today that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before.
I stepped into the Geneva train station and stood in front of the departures board.
Little Geneva
Geneva might be the closest thing to a utopian society that I have ever experienced.
I strolled along the rows of statues and monuments, reading names, dates of birth, and dates of death.
Three months ago, I was sitting in a Starbucks recapping all of the things I had learned about writing every day for two months.
