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"Every day since 2007, after an accident and brain injury that gave me temporary amnesia, I have been lost. I am never quite sure where I am. I first realized this cognitive change one day as I was behind the wheel, going around the block. Making four turns was something I had accomplished a million times before, but now, after the first turn and arriving at the next block, I was perplexed. Where had I come from? Did I now turn right or left? Being lost simply became a way of life. I did OK when moving in a straight line. But the second I turned right or left, that mental image tracking my own movements in relationship to my surroundings disappeared. With no point of reference, I journeyed in circles, walked by the same storefront over and over again, stared in wonder at bus-stop maps detailing information I could no longer read. Is it strange that I enjoyed this? I thought my life was beautiful, ruled as it was by astonishment. It felt like a miracle when I reached my destination. After being lost for 16 years, a day came when I craved being lost on purpose. I fantasized about meandering in some of the world’s most ancient mazes, in search of designs meant to invent and enhance my confusion, where I could finally escape the pressure to find and be found.” A writer explores the dizzying joys of maze tourism across Barcelona, Paris and Chenonceaux. Photographs by @joakimeskildsen .

Every winter, a small Italian city springs into a ferocious three-day food fight. Over three days, 8,000 people in a northern Italian town called Ivrea throw 900 tons of oranges at one another, one orange at a time, while tens of thousands of other people watch. They throw the oranges very hard, very viciously, often while screaming profanities at their targets or yowling like Braveheart, and they throw the oranges for 42 hours, until their eyebrows are matted with pulp and their shirts soaked through. But they also keep smiling as they throw the oranges, embracing and joking and cheering one another on, exhibiting with their total beings a deranged-seeming but euphoric sense of abandon and belonging — a freedom that is easy to envy but difficult to understand. The Battle of the Oranges is an annual tradition in Ivrea and part of a larger celebration described by its organizers as ‘‘the most ancient historical Carnival in Italy.’’ Everyone throws and is thrown at, working together to have a good time. But why? Why oranges? Why throw oranges? Why? Click the link in our bio to read the history behind this three-day-long food fight. Photographs by @andrea_frazzetta .

For our Voyages Issue dedicated to travel, the photographer @nailaruechel traveled to Jamaica this winter and set out to “offer a broader understanding of the spiritual lives of Jamaican people; a Jamaica unseen by the average visitor.” She tried to “categorize each of these faiths and examine how they became a part of our cultural landscape.” These are the images that document that journey. Ruechel went to Cross of Life Revival Ministry in August Town, Kingston, during a four-day-long “thanksgiving” celebration. “The energy stimulated every sense,” she said. “What began with prayers and thanks quickly evolved into a spirited cacophony of drums, cymbals, electric guitar, singing, chanting and speaking in tongues.”

“All around me, people were strolling hand in hand, reading books, playing volleyball, eating — completely naked. The longer I sat there in my swimwear, surrounded by so many unencumbered people, the more I became aware of my own clad body. My entire life, clothes felt like a necessary protective layer between me and the world; on this beach, they felt like the leaden bibs you wear to get dental X-rays. Emboldened, I decided to take the next step: full nudity.” At the link in our bio, a writer recounts their journey of searching for themselves at a queer nude beach in Mexico. Photographs by @malaika.menakaya .

"In January, I booked a package vacation to Morocco through a company whose stated aim — beyond offering package vacations — is to help people in their 30s and 40s make new friends." That millennials are highly susceptible to YOLO — a brain condition that makes a nine-day vacation to Croatia sound like a fun and affordable alternative to homeownership, which seems impossible anyway — would seemingly be enough to justify the existence of a travel company dedicated to serving them. And there does exist a nascent industry devoted to creating millennial-oriented travel package experiences. In promotional copy, these companies’ sleek websites deploy the verb “curate” to describe the work of travel agents. A company called Flash Pack, which aims to lure vacationers who would otherwise be traveling solo and marshal them into traveling bands of up to 14, is one such business. What makes Flash Pack unusual is its “mission” — “to create one million meaningful friendships” — and a method of execution that it telegraphs with evangelistic zeal: “We obsess over the group dynamics,” its website explains on one page. “We absolutely obsess over the group dynamic,” it states on another. “We’re completely obsessed with it” (“it” being the group dynamic), Flash Pack’s 42-year-old chief executive, Radha Vyas, is quoted as saying on an F.A.Q. page intended to calm nervous vacationers. Another page, titled “How It Works,” opens with the promise that the company “obsesses over the group dynamic, doing everything in our power to ensure you’re comfortable and building friendships within the first 24 hours.” Who are these millennial adults drawn to pricey international vacations for the purpose of befriending strangers? The writer Caity Weaver traveled to Morocco with a group-travel company that promises to build “meaningful friendships” among its youngish clientele. It was the most exhausting vacation of her life. Photos by @marksrosie .

From @kathyryan , our director of photography: ‘‘For this Voyages Issue, the photographer @nailaruechel proposed a journey documenting religious practices in Jamaica, the country where she was born. Starting from Kingston, she charted a course through the rich mix of Christian and Afro-centric traditions. She grew up Anglican with a mother who respected Obeah influences. In her travels, Ruechel found a group of egrets nesting in a tree. She sent up a drone to create an image of them that would become the cover of this issue. That moment was intensely spiritual, she told us, when she realized it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.’’

You know that old friend you know so well who suddenly, after years of friendship, grows a little or changes a bit, just enough to make you realize again just how great they are? Well, for @ottolenghi , that’s the cabbage. Packed full of flavor, the filling for this stuffed cabbage is inspired by pkhali, a Georgian spread prepared by mixing ground walnuts, onions and spices with different vegetables, often cabbage. This version is eaten warm and uses allspice, cumin and cinnamon in the filling. To get ahead, stuff and bake the cabbage rolls the day before, but don’t finish with the sour cream until just before serving. Serve with rice, as a vegetarian main. Tap the link in our bio for the recipe. Photographer: @chrisrsimpson . Food stylist: @maggie_ruggiero . Prop stylist: @sophiaelenipappas .

The war in Ukraine stands out for its extreme violence, and Ukrainian forces are largely made up of people who, until a year ago, had no experience of combat. Hospitals in Ukraine cannot manage the volume of psychiatric casualties coming in. @antoinedagata photographs the inside of a psychiatric hospital in Kyiv, where soldiers are sent to recover from the mental trauma of the Ukraine war. But after a few weeks in the ward, soldiers return to be assessed by a medical commission. 70% of them will return to duty.

@antoinedagata photographs the inside of a psychiatric hospital in Kyiv, where soldiers are sent to recover from the mental trauma of the Ukraine war. In the psychiatric ward, a lieutenant has the same dream where he dives for a trench, but it turns into a grave. One soldier no longer has the ability to sleep. Another says he can no longer tolerate crowds. Once the soldiers in the psychiatric ward start talking, it can be hard to get them to stop. One soldier’s parents were sitting in the kitchen when someone threw a grenade in their window. He went home to collect their remains and took two bags. One for his father, one for his mother. Another soldier remembers a whole crew of his friends, who burned to death inside a tank. He remembers their names, their hometowns, their positions, the names of their wives.

“Writing and speaking theologically for the white gaze, in my mind, is exhausting.” With America’s white conservatives increasingly drawn to Christian nationalism, many Black believers feel caught between their faith and the long shadow of history. Photograph by @ruddyroye .

“I live in hell.” “Sometimes I wake up at night and can’t breathe.” On our cover this week: @antoinedagata photographs the inside of a psychiatric hospital in Kyiv, where soldiers are sent to recover from the mental trauma of the Ukraine war.

The flustered, disheveled, curmudgeonly heroine of “Everything Everywhere All at Once” would seem to bear little resemblance to the practiced martial artist from “Supercop” who can knock out two bad guys at once with a single airborne split-kick. But Daniel Scheinert and Daniel Kwan wrote the part of Evelyn exclusively for her — in the earliest version of the script, the lead character was even named Michelle. As Evelyn, Michelle Yeoh draws from previously unknown emotional and comedic reserves, bringing the full force of her physicality to the portrayal of a middle-aged woman whose ordinariness makes her the focus of a grand, multiversal showdown. “The work she does,” Jamie Lee Curtis, who plays a supporting role in the film, told our writer over the phone, “it shows her incredible facility as an actor, the delicacy of her work as an actor, and her absolute beastly work as a physical martial artist.” It’s also the first time audiences saw Yeoh play someone whose movements are uncertain, someone with abundant gray hairs, someone whose body struggles to do what she asks of it — and the first time she’s been called upon to loosen the elegance and poise that has defined her career so far and let her own electric, slightly neurotic personality slip through. @michelleyeoh_official won the Oscar at Sunday night’s ceremony for her role in “Everything, Everywhere All at Once,” becoming the first Asian star to win best actress in the 95-year history of the Academy Awards. Photograph by @djeneba.aduayom .