It’s two in the morning and I have just finished watching The Madness of George III, a play from National Theatre. I can’t sleep. This play… it reminds you how fragile sanity can be. Fragile the same way modern cities are always but a few days of...
Ever since the start of the pandemic, the world seems to be following some grim kind of trajectory. So much good could’ve come out of this—a carbon tax, new green economies, respect for science, a sense of being in the same boat at least—but nothing has. And the few...
I grew up in the shadow of American culture. A strange thing to say for someone from half a world away, from Poland, a country that the average American can’t place on a map the same way I can’t place Nebraska. But, back in the 80s and 90s culture and entertainment...
As I write this, I emerge from an unintended week-long digital sabbatical. The reasons for it are mundane; the wire in the wall of our new place is busted, so we’re stranded without any internet. You’d think my phone would have me covered, but after moving to Germany,...
As a child, I used to annoy my mother by refusing to say “please.” She’d tease me by asking, “And what’s the magic word?” using that special tone known only to mothers, to which I’d reply “open sesame!” But, putting aside the sort of a brat I was, I think we can...
