An Itinerant Observer: The book & going past

An Itinerant Observer began as a slim book of short narrative portraits - quiet observations of people, places, and fleeting human intersections across cities and continents. First published in 2014 and reprinted by Bookgroup in 2020, these pieces marked the beginning of a longer inquiry into movement, belonging, and what it means to notice. This space holds selections from the original book alongside newer writings that move past it - shaped by time, return, loss, and practice. Together, they form a living archive rather than a closed volume: the same observer, still itinerant.

The following pieces first appeared in An Itinerant Observer and remain central to its spine.


These later writings were created after distance and return - where the observer remains, but the questions deepen.


NOTE: All 22 stories/chapters from the original book as well as newer stories (as part of the next iteration, Journal of an Itinerant Observer) shall ultimately be published on this blog. In the meantime, if you wish to purchase the original or republished (upgraded) book then please utilize the following links:
  1. Amazon (for print copy or E-book)
  2. Acacia Publishing
  3. Liberty Books 
  4. Bookgroup
You may also visit the book's Facebook page here.

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