2010 Intro
I took a trip once. A magazine editor asked me to drive the length of Baja and report on what I saw. I drove two thousand miles and saw federales with machine guns, a school of dorado leaping out of the ocean and scary old Americans drinking vodka in the morning. On my way home, in the middle of the night, a police officer pulled me over.
You are lost, he said.
I nodded. He was holding a gun. I handed him a $50 bill and he drove away.
I sent the story to the editor when I got back. He replied three months later. His first two edits:
1) “too dark”
2) “get the manufacturer of the car you drove into the first two paragraphs”
You can still get lost on this planet, but it’s getting harder. Travel has been confused with tourism. Travel writing with brochure copy. Tour buses clog the road, guides lurk in the most remote backwaters and Ten Awesome Things To Do articles have been written by people like me about every destination within a day’s drive of an airport. But you can still disappear, if only in your mind.
There’s no reason for this journal. No hidden agenda here. Nowhere is a place between places, an imagined depot for stories from the road. We collect found experiences through writing, art, video and sound then illustrate them with objects brought back from the field.
We pay our writers and artists. We don’t accept unsolicited submissions but welcome your comments. We’re supported by our readers and accept contributions via the link below. If you enjoy what you see here, send a few bucks our way. If not, jump in front of a speeding bus. Maybe it’ll take you somewhere. –PF
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