In the trains of Buenos Aires, you can’t ignore life

I am in the end of a train car where there is almost always space to sit on the floor underneath the wide, scratched windows. I imagine the shoes that have been here, smeared with sidewalk dog shit, muddy boots and wet bike tires, all the filth of a city underfoot, filing in and out of this car. But the floor means no standing on tired … Continue reading In the trains of Buenos Aires, you can’t ignore life

Living Hundreds of Lives on the Road

Having grown up in a Hindu home, I have a tendency to contemplate my past and future lives. But after several years of slow travel around the world, I’ve discovered that there’s a more pressing concern: considering my hundreds of present lives. This is what traveling does to a person—the constant renewal of self, or rather the proliferation of selves, is why I won’t, or … Continue reading Living Hundreds of Lives on the Road