I'm not saying the world has gone to shit since David Bowie died 10 years ago today, but *gestures widlly at everything*

On a bus in Marrakech and someone asked me to close the curtains. I said no because I specifically wanted the window, but it's late afternoon and now I have to stare directly into the setting sun.

At this point I wouldn't be surprised if you told me Kash Patel outsourced the Epstein file redactions to Fiverr or an off shore call centre team.

Guys who wear vanilla cologne... grow up.

I do some of my best thinking when I travel. Being stuck in my own head on a train, no social media, no computer, it's gives your brain some space to play.

It's obvious JD Vance is being groomed to take over the presidency. He's more puppetable than Trump, and can make a speech without wandering into the woods.

Can someone please take a photo of the Nobel peace prize and turn it into a chocolate coin with Trumps head on it?

I think duolingo has been peaking at my banking app

Ridin' on the Marrakech express

Them: oh you live in Morocco? I bet you have some beautiful pics

Me: of course!

Me: *hides my camera roll full of cats and Google map screenshots*

I thought moving abroad would turn me into an effortlessly chic global citizen. Instead, I just argue with taxi drivers in 2 languages and Google the local equivalent of sour cream to make dip.

I never really got the hang of Twitter. Let's start fresh with Bluesky.
Tips welcome