Beatniks, bumtrips, Casablanca — written on a train while drinking avocado juice poured from a 5 gallon jug in a alleyway ;-)
Today I was holding a meteorite!
“Casablanca first hits: women balancing mall bags on their heads as buses back through narrow gates.”
“It’s not erotic — it’s sexual — the way he makes sandwiches with reverence and hunger watching.”
“Morocco is the land of dinosaur bones, crystals, and billion-year-old space rocks you can hold in your hand.”
“Electric banjo leading Berber drum circles at sunrise in Marrakesh.”
“Everyone here is okay with looking at you — warmth around the eyes, a nod, a hand to the heart.”
“From 1920 to 2000, Casablanca was an experiment in Muslim architecture — perfection as a doorway to the timeless.”
“A hammam under the mosque: hot ocean water jets strong enough to push you under and dissolve the ego.”
“Spice routes, pirate codes, Portuguese forts, and art deco decay glowing under a half moon.”
“It’s a place to get lost — because perfection is the only way to live beyond yourself.”
