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Beautiful Are The Fireflies
Our guide sunk his comically large paddle into the bank and pushed us away. While I half-expected us to gracefully sink into the river like Jack Sparrow's Black Pearl, we stayed afloat. Once we gained distance from the raucous restaurant, a peaceful silence settled over us as the boat cut through the silken black water.…
How To Not Get Into Berghain
“What is the title of the second track in the DJ’s third EP?” I stood there, stunned. I didn’t know who was playing the venue. Truth be told, the bouncer didn’t have to ask such a complicated question. A simple, “What is the name of this club?” or, “What does ‘DJ’ stand for?” or even,…
Waldeinsamkeit
Waldeinsamkeit (n.) (German): The feeling of being alone in the woods. Embodies a connectedness with nature and the peace experienced in that moment. You know the feeling. The one you get after an early morning swim in the ocean – the flowing electricity that passes through you as you dive under that first wave.…
Unwired
It was a feeling of liberation, the same kind when you get home and unzip your pants and take off your bra. Except I wasn’t at home and running around half-naked. I was on a hill farm, decently clothed. It had rained overnight. The land was covered in a damp, piercing coldness, reeking of fresh…
Uncle
I felt a surge of magnetism from the rock as soon as I pulled into the national park in my dust-encrusted van. I’d just taken her five hours off-roading on a wild corrugated adventure in search of the ‘painted desert’. Every nook, cranny and tin of chickpeas was now covered in a pale orange powder.…
Pooped in Peru: A Tale of Kindness
This is a story of community, kindness and sharting. I arrived around midday at a little surf town in the north of Peru called Lobitos: a place where the desert meets the sea. In the wintertime, it’s a buzzing oasis for surfers from around the world as they gather to ride the long barrelling…

Astray is a storytelling project about the world and the Earth.

We’re based out of Lenapehoking / New York City: the homeland of the Lenape. Specifically, we’re in Manhattan: a name that comes from Mannahatta, meaning “island of many hills”. As grateful guests in this city, we recognize the strength and resilience of the Lenape, and extend our reverence to all Indigenous peoples everywhere.