The writing has slowed, the cigarettes are burning quicker, and the amount of sugar I take in my espresso has doubled. Today is the first...

Walking home from the market one evening, I saw a woman—elderly, quilted jacket, and perfect coiffed silver hair—peeling away a poster...

It’s been a little over a week since landing in Marseille, and I've been hesitant to record much of anything for public consumption. I'd...