Equivocality

One warm night last year in Nha-Trang, Vietnam, I was talking with a man named Dave, a man who would later become a great friend of mine. From the streets of a bad part of England, he had a wide unshaven grin, and a kindness that softened his immense power. His job was emergency aid [...]

Why is it that the rest of the world seems more real to me than my home? Why is it that I am passionate about hiking the hills of Afghanistan but I constantly need to be reminded of the existience of Joshua Tree National Park, which I could visit any weekend? Why do I want [...]