The cities I've been to and the ones I keep returning to in memory.
On what a place reveals when you're paying attention—or trying to. On transit systems as thresholds, breakfast eaten alone in foreign languages, rain that rewrites your itinerary, and the specific loneliness of being the only one who will remember this exact configuration of light and moment. Sometimes the most resonant encounters require no pilgrimage. Sometimes they're waiting three hours away, patient as weather.
The Backlog: 10 CitiesTravel: Currently writing my way through 2025 travels.
If you are a boutique hotel or concept stay, a travel operator or cultural residency, or an editor at a travel or cultural magazine, I’d love to work together.
My son will grow up in a world where culture is platform-native. Where he can learn thosai from YouTube, tanghulu from TikTok, pasta from Italian grandmothers who've monetised their nostalgia. Where "traditional" means whatever the algorithm surfaces.
