I'm still here, damn it. You may reject me, ignore me, criticize me. But I get up and shave every day, as if my life matters. Which it just might. Sorry for the nose hair in the photo.
∙ Paid
One of the strange hazards of travel, especially when wandering through the great frenetic capitals of the world, is discovering that the world no longer sees you quite the way you see yourself.
Inside, you are still the young man. The adventurer. The writer. The traveler. The guy who could walk into any room, strike up a conversation, make a joke, t…
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