Fragments is a collection of essays, reflections, and photographs.
Some pieces explore places, people, and experiences. Others are attempts to understand ideas, memories, or moments that linger longer than expected.
Taken individually, they are incomplete. Together, they form a record of curiosity, movement, and attention—a collection of fragments gathered along the way.
La Luce Nella Scala
Nearly ninety days had passed since I decided to study Italian.
But Italian itself had never waited for my decision.
Most days consisted of new words, new sounds, and new mistakes—the slow and often invisible work of learning something difficult.
Long before I decided to study Italian, an Italian family lived next door.
Santina, her son, and the rest of the family carried a warmth that drew me in from the beginning. As a child, I could not have named it, but I could feel it…
Where the Magenta Sea Lions Were
When I was a kid, one of the first photos I remember holding was of the sea lions from Mar del Plata. It wasn’t a framed photo or anything particularly preserved—just one of those prints that lived in a drawer, slightly worn at the edges. My parents had taken it during their honeymoon, and over the years they returned there a few times with close friends. The place existed for me only through those fragments…
The Questions Juan Left Me With
Last night’s dinner took me to the streets near Avenida Corrientes — one of Buenos Aires’ most iconic thoroughfares, where theaters, bookstores, and restaurants spill out onto the sidewalk alongside street performers: musicians, magicians, and impersonators ranging from Carlos Gardel to surprisingly convincing Michael Jackson look-alikes. If Times Square is New York’s restless heartbeat, Corrientes is Buenos Aires’…