Where does the time go? I’ve been thinking a lot about the nature of time and the virtues and vices of priority.

I’m in Prague, in a huge two-bedroom, four-meter-high flat. Flame and I have started discovering the hip and eccentric as well as the beautiful and historical.

Since last post, we drove all over the south of France with friends, had adventures on low gas at midnight in nowhere, and attended the most precious contemporary art festival in the world (Art Basel).

The best way to know about my goings-on is to read Flame’s blog on the Travelers Network: http://travelersnetwork.org/johanna.