In the winter of 2000, I visited an eccentric millionaire on his private island. There were underground tunnels and forests with plants from all over the world. One evening, the millionaire's architect told me stories of growing up in India as the young son of a British colonist. I had been planning to wander around Texas the following month, but this experience changed my mind. The day I returned to New York, I bought a ticket to India and spent the next two months traveling around the country by train and motorcycle.

(as seen in Stop Smiling issue #29)