The smell of Christmas in Eastern Europe is the cold and smoky bite of wet in your nose. The chill of river mist mixed with the low-hanging smoke of a thousand town chimneys. Winters are not what they used to be. I remember rime and snow, and temperatures falling to...
There are still places in the world where people live a normal life. Away from the hyper-optimized capitalism of the west, where every cafe, teashop, concept book-store, or an unusual localeof any kind needs to face the same kind of economic pressures as a branch of a...
In the tension between places, there exists a space we often travel without knowing we trespass on somebody else’s sacred ground. A passerby, a visitor, an intruder. For some, the world shrinks with each journey they take; for others, the world grows smaller when...
Eat yogurt. Exercise. Avoid drinking and weed unless it’s sativa-dominant. Give it time. Be good to yourself. Don’t be on your own. Find a new hobby. Write a book about what you’ve been through. This is the best moment to produce good work. Go on...
How do you untangle twenty years of a relationship and five years of trauma from your mind? Especially if the choice to part ways was not yours? Memories of the moments past haunt you like ghosts. Objects light as a sheet of paper become impossible to lift or touch....
There are periods in life when days become a slideshow. Too fast to keep up. Too many to process. Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-click, click-click. The air tastes of dust roasted on the lamp of the projector, and—instead of pictures—all you see is the creamy...