These are my ramblings collected from Amtrak conversations, reflections on rural America, a fictional narrative about a Sunday in the park and a walk along Boston’s Freedom Trail. After the LONGEST 24 hours of my life, which involved a strange man whispering “are you comfortable” into my fast-asleep ear, I FINALLY reached Boston. It’s a city of revolution, market price sea food (a.k.a slang for, “you don’t wanna know how much this costs”), stunning architecture and a shockingly dull skyline. So come amble around Boston with me while I show you the world in my eyes.






















Shippin’ out to Bastan
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