Macaron

The sun shines on the coast, the asphalt is burning hot. I can hear it before I can see it, engine noises deafening my ears. A deep black sports motorcycle zooms along the avenue by the California coast, driven by a man in aviator sunglasses. Skillfully,...

I find myself in a bazaar in the East and want to haggle. By now, dusk is setting in, a fresh breeze caresses my skin, and only a bright strip of orange remains on the horizon. At night, it gets freezing cold even in this desert region. I stroll further...