Daniel Macri

About

I'm Daniel Macri. I live on Koh Phangan, a small island in the Gulf of Thailand, where I've built a quiet life out of several practical things (hosting travellers, managing properties, photographing houses and coastline) and one impractical thing: writing.

The writing is a book in progress, a stream-of-consciousness record of working with what's underneath: restlessness, fear, the shadow, will, meaning. It isn't self-help and it isn't memoir exactly. It's closer to a message in a bottle: written to find the people who recognise themselves in it.

But the honest reason I write in public is simpler, and it costs me more. I put myself on the page, unfiltered, so that someone who “doesn't know what to write about” can watch a person with the same problem do it anyway. You don't need a subject. You need a chair, a blank page, and fifteen honest minutes. If these pages get one stranger, anywhere in the world, to sit down and start typing, they have done their work.

You can read an extract, or leave your email on the front page and I'll send the first chapter when it's ready.

The ships

A fragment of an idea in progress.

Here is something I feel and rarely say;

We have been watched for a long time. Not with bad intent, not necessarily with good; I think of them as the observers. The world is crumbling, and some of us are in a position to escape. Or pretend.

People are coming to this island as if it were a ship, one of the last places where the five per cent can come to heal, reconnect, and escape from what the rest of the world cannot, the hunger, the poverty, the wars.

I serve the passengers as they board. Still deciding if I want to board with them or not.

The watcher.

There are many other stories yet to see.

Ventures Elsewhere

anything@danielmacri.com