A philosophical meditation on uncertainty, decision-making, and the nature of regret — inspired by reflection during geopolitical tension over Tehran.
Should We Stay or Should We Go?
Category: Travel & Places
Travel writing, observations from cities and countries around the world, and dispatches from life abroad.
The War Correspondent on Holiday
Imran Khan sent us a thousand words from his holiday in Greece. They describe a man camouflaged in a pale pink suit and white polo that dissolve into the golden hour’s lavender-tipped amber light washing over the Aegean, the whitewashed walls, even the tablecloths of the repurposed fortification where he stands. For someone who has… Continue reading The War Correspondent on Holiday
Azimuth 268º
At 5 in the afternoon above Dubai,the sun hovers at twenty-three degrees—a pale apricot smudge in a post-storm sandy haze,draping Bluewaters in a light that flatters ruin.I’m reclined—gently, necessarily—on a chaise longue angled for recovery.My neck, still nursing its grievancefrom a tumble in the waves,reminds me that a middle-aged manpays a price for youth’s joys.Hugo… Continue reading Azimuth 268º
A New Deal with London
I never took an interest in London. Soaked in drizzle and beer for openers, boiled beef as an entrée, and constipation for dessert. Why bother? London, I figured, is what happens when an empire is forced into retirement and has to downsize - a damp city of souvenirs, visible only in the dim light reflected… Continue reading A New Deal with London
Out of America
In late 2009 I took a job on a military camp in the Horn of Africa. The initial experience was humbling; cot for a bed, no personal internet access, communal showers and toilets, hot sun on fair skin. The work was good, and fulfilling. The host nation was and remains one of the poorest on… Continue reading Out of America
Beefbar®
Does Beefbar® leave you nauseated? Before you've even arrived and eaten there? You hear the words and your auditory cortex gets choked up on sizzling A5 fat as the tallow runs out your ears and drips down the back of your throat. You take a look and your eyes are saturated with billionaire boy decadence… Continue reading Beefbar®
Hurricane Julia
This is the sort of thing that makes me feel like I was Made in China for a developing market. This is her “secret”. No, it’s not DNA.
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