Many People Would Say That A Tibetan

In An Age Of Constant Movement, Nothing Is More Urgent Than Sitting Still.

Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger.

We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again - To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Literally, When You Wake Up At 9 O'clock In The Morning In Havana You Don't Know Where You'll Be At Noon. But It's A Safe Guess That You'll Either Be Married, Arrested, Or In The Midst Of Some Incredible Transaction Where Somebody Is Stealing Your Passport Or Paying You In Dominican Pesos For It, Or Whatever. It's A Wild Place.

Finding A Sanctuary, A Place Apart From Time, Is Not So Different From Finding A Faith.