Dear L, I remember a time when a dream of climbing Matterhorn wasn’t unrealistic — even downhill mountain biking was not alien. Everything was somehow possible — from snowboarding off the steep ends of Chamonix to trekking until the tall walls of Baffin islands. In my naivety, all I needed was…
Dear L, Obsessions are funny and muses are mysterious. They hold me together; they drive me wild. Best, A Inside the World of High-End Coffee | Annals of Obsession The Most Beautiful Icicle: Apollo 11 A Grudge Match in Japan The Symbolism of Elon Musk Sending a Car Into Space…
Dear L, I remember the first time I had opened my eyes underwater — it was one of my swimming lessons. The instructor — for better or worse — would take us to the deep end of the pool and drop us in. Those were scary moments, and I would usually keep my…
Dear L, I never found my reality unpleasant enough to escape into a different one. And by extension it took me thirty years of existence to wrap my head around the idea of escapism. Escapism — defined by Oxford Dictionary as, The tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities,…
Dear L, Most of us aren’t able to grasp the scale of space — even the distances associated with our planetary neighbours is incredibly hard to wrap our head around. Statements starting with “if a grain of sand is planet Earth…” do little more than getting forwarded around on Twitter.…