Haiku: Wrong Track
Another short poem about waiting. … Continue readingHaiku: Wrong Track
Framing. Focus. Finesse.

Another short poem about waiting. … Continue readingHaiku: Wrong Track
As foreshadowed in the last year’s annual review post, 2025 sucked because it felt like everything burned to the ground at the very beginning and never fully recovered. I wanted
I think a lot about food—and not just because I seem to be perpetually hungry. I even earned the trail name “Snickers” because I get hangry when backpacking and let
A vignette of a journey with photos … Continue readingHaiku: Next Service
A short poem about a desert storm, with photos. … Continue readingMariah: A Haiku
Now that we are in the 3rd month of 2025, this is the most belated year in review post I have written. As a sneak peak for 2025’s review, the
Lured by promises of fortune and glory, I headed towards Sutter’s Mill. Unlike the miners 175 years ago headed to the gold fields, I sought technical knowledge, personal growth, and
We exited the crowded subway car and burst onto the platform, filled with energy and excitement. “Shibuya, Shibuya!” This district buzzed with possibility. Beyond my wildest dreams, I found myself
A certain level of existential dread creeps in as I approach each birthday and I am forced to confront the fact that time truly only moves in one direction: forward.
This year was the first full calendar year I spent chasing my post-grad school dreams and boy was it a doozy. Last year was mostly about dealing with a lot