The background of a moving subway, a metro, a BTS, or MRT, you laid your head on my lap and I wrapped my arm around your chest, your back against my lap, my arm hugging you close in a position only possible in a dream, impossible otherwise. You and I are two nomads, happier outside […]Read more "A Nomad’s Home"
But the conductor doesn’t make a sound. He depends, for his power, on his ability to make other people powerful. And that changed everything for me. It was totally life-changing. People in my orchestra said, “Ben, what happened?” That’s what happened. I realized my job was to awaken possibility in other people. And of course, […]Read more "The Conductor doesn’t make a sound"
I don’t remember what they called him at the SPCA. I only gave him the name “Nacho” after a day or two. Nacho was the first dog that I called mine. I was 22 going on 23. I remember going to camp in the morning and wanting to call home to let him hear my […]Read more "Nacho"
I hiked in Horton Plains in August. At the start of the trail, rangers inspect your belongings forbidding anything plastic. In front of me were two young men, probably Taiwanese judging from their accent. You follow them, my driver repeated for the 10th time. At first his nagging was cute, but on day 4, I couldn’t take it and brushed him […]Read more "An essay on silence from a hike in Sri Lanka"
The girl nods. She thinks she knows what he means. The boy continues. “I think that’s one of the most painful experiences a person can have in life. I feel so sad and it hurts so much that I wish I could just go ahead and die, seriously. Actually I take that back, it’s not […]Read more "About Love and Living"