July 26, 2010
I’m trying to remember what notes I had in it. The names of two dozen cafes I visited in New York. Notes from a 17-hour plane ride in which I sat beside an Indian man who sobbed while writing a poem about his wife’s elder sister
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July 9, 2010
The closest I’ve come to solo travel was when I hopped a plane in 1996, when I was 20 years old. I’d just dropped out of college and was on my way from Vancouver to Mexico. It was Christmas Eve and the flight was cheap.
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