(W)here: Diary Fragments I

For Mom & Dad

Oscar Wilde famously said, “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read [on] the train.” Well, rereading my diaries recently was about as sensational as a trip to the supermarket for eggs. But, needing to fill my new monthly column with words written mostly by me, and wanting to find the most . . . convenient way to do it, I realized that all I needed to do to hit my word count was reproduce some of the scribblings made on my meanderings around this sad, absurd, beautiful, litter-strewn McWorld.
I’ve kept a diary on and off since I was ten, but the oldest diary I have with me is from late 2016, when I was working in France. And this is where I will start.

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