Somewhere around 6 o’clock this morning, I was levitating. As in, hovering slightly above my bed. An effect, perhaps, of … More
Tag: East Bali
Getting my Greens (& Golds)
I’d grown weary of the relentless parade of concrete, cement, cinderblocks; the onslaught of chimney-like blasts of smoke pelting at … More
Villāticus Balicus
At the far end of a remote village in East Bali, I meander towards the far end of a road, … More