One Hundred Thousand Miles
We finished our pancake dinner and forced our bloated bodies up from the comfy green leather booth in the cozy cafe to trudge back to my parked car. After getting
Framing. Focus. Finesse.

We finished our pancake dinner and forced our bloated bodies up from the comfy green leather booth in the cozy cafe to trudge back to my parked car. After getting
Another short poem about what remains. … Continue readingHaiku: Closure
Another short poem about waiting. … Continue readingHaiku: Wrong Track
As foreshadowed in the last year’s annual review post, 2025 sucked because it felt like everything burned to the ground at the very beginning and never fully recovered. I wanted
I think a lot about food—and not just because I seem to be perpetually hungry. I even earned the trail name “Snickers” because I get hangry when backpacking and let
A vignette of a journey with photos … Continue readingHaiku: Next Service
A short poem about a desert storm, with photos. … Continue readingMariah: A Haiku
Now that we are in the 3rd month of 2025, this is the most belated year in review post I have written. As a sneak peak for 2025’s review, the
Lured by promises of fortune and glory, I headed towards Sutter’s Mill. Unlike the miners 175 years ago headed to the gold fields, I sought technical knowledge, personal growth, and
We exited the crowded subway car and burst onto the platform, filled with energy and excitement. “Shibuya, Shibuya!” This district buzzed with possibility. Beyond my wildest dreams, I found myself