El Fin del Mundo

I’m sitting on a large piece of driftwood in front of the sea. It turns out the sea here isn’t Atlantic or Pacific, but some connection between the two (both? neither?). The Beagle Channel doesn’t smell like much at all, there’s not enough sargassum to wash ashore. There’s only a faint smell of salt, but […]

RailBlazer

There’s a roller coaster in my hometown called RailBlazer. I remember looking up at what looked like a 180° angle when it had just opened and faking confidence as I told my friends “this one looks fun.” Maybe it was the long line or perhaps the questionable amusement park lunch I had eaten, but by […]