Travel, memory, observation, and quieter essays about the physical texture of life.
In everything, there's this mechanical feeling—a patterning you almost never think about, unless you force yourself to. Life, it turns out, is governed by these little, unnoticed forces and movements that pile up in the background.
The journey from Liberia to Nosara is a kind of prelude—a two-hour stretch of road that forces you to leave behind any neat, tidy expectations you had about Costa Rica.
The last time I truly learned a city's anatomy was fall 2004, those four months at UVic when I owned nothing with a screen. No laptop, no cell phone, not even a hand-me-down Nokia.