Daniel Adler Comes to Terms With the End of His Trip (And His Whispering Schizophrenic Self)

I’m coming to terms with the end of my trip. I met a young man named Aaron last night at a Couchsurfing event a six-foot two German girl invited me to. It was the kind of thing I used to waffle over attending when I lived in New York: should I get on the subway… Continue reading Daniel Adler Comes to Terms With the End of His Trip (And His Whispering Schizophrenic Self)

Daniel Adler Rides Through Rajasthan, Thanks to Rich Indian Friends

I sat in the air conditioning and laughed at how cool it was, how I’ve been depriving myself of the pleasure of being temperate and not sweating. “Come to my house,” Roshan said, “And it’s like this all the time.” Because Roshan is fair-skinned, and his father works for the narcotics department, shipping opium to… Continue reading Daniel Adler Rides Through Rajasthan, Thanks to Rich Indian Friends