Torched. A piece to fan the flames. Let your mind wander. Let curiosity settle in. That's when the ideas will come. My recent wanderings took me to West Coast, USA. My first stop: California. My first thought: it’s dry. Undeniably, worryingly, almost alarmingly so. During my first week in San Francisco, I headed out for a run along a reservoir; or at least along where I was told to expect one. As I plodded along my route, I found myself in the midst of tall, parched, swaying

K(no)w. A piece inspired while worlds collided. “I don’t have any answers, but I’m not looking for any. I just… have more questions,” Liz said, pausing briefly to pull from her pint. 5 and a half months since the start of her journey across Southeast Asia, we’re sitting across from one another at a cozy back table in a restaurant in San Francisco. A happy alignment of our travels had brought her back to California for a temporary reprieve, while I was wrapping up 12 days on t

See. A piece inspired by the sea. The serenity of the morning sunrise. The listless composure of the receded bay. A lone raven takes flight and glides along the shore, while salt water thistles sway in the breeze. With the open bayside running path now ahead of me, I had finally made the time... to just be. [Oh how wild it is, to just be.] It took a cross-country flight to perceive it, but there it was, in the wee hours before the sun rose to illuminate the West Coast, waitin