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The Traveler’s Curse

In some hostel, somewhere in Asia, I once came across an idea that has stuck with me for years. In hostels such as these, the occupants of a room generally have only one thing in common: they’re traveling. As such, a certain genre of hostel-specfic conversation comes to dominate common areas. “Where are you from?” …

Letter to my 18-year-old self

Dear Brooks in 2009, I’m 28. You’re 18. Ten years ago, I was you. I’m writing to you now because I know you are afraid. You don’t frame your emotions as fear, but rather as a form of nervous excitement, or as a blase detachment from the eventual unfolding of events, but between you and me, …