It was a good place for getting lost in…
It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outwards until, after years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut. Here I became no more than an inhabitant of a big city, robbed of loyalties, time passing, taking me way from what I was, thrown more and more into myself, fighting to keep my balance and to keep alive the thought of the clear world beyond the brick and asphalt and the chaos of railway lines. All mythical lands faded, and in the big city I was confined to a smaller world than I had ever known. I became my flat, my desk, my name..V. S. Naipaul
Marc: I grew up just outside the lower Great Lakes cities of Detroit, Michigan and Cleveland, Ohio. With my earliest years spent in Michigan and my more formative years spent in Ohio. I took a deep interest in the places I was from and was always intrigued by the areas past- the monumental rise and then dramatic fall to become what is now known as the rust belt. The proud traditions and strong work ethic of the lower Midwest is something that I continue to identify with. More recently after short stints in Maryland and South Carolina, I am proud to call the East Bay and in particular Oakland, California home. To see the places where I have been, click here.
Maggie: Maggie was born in a small town in the Santa Cruz Mountains before moving north to Red Bluff where she grew up. She attended college at the University of California Santa Barbara before settling down in the Bay Area. She will always be a California girl at heart. To see the places where she has been, click here.