Istanbul people love the streets. Continue reading
Istanbul
Istanbul
Istanbul people love the streets. Continue reading
During the Austro-Hungarian Empire Balatonfüred was a holiday resort for the rich, and an important centre of intellectual life. However, on a wet and windy night in the early twenty first century it felt more like Cromer in November. Continue reading
Contemplating autumn in Kyoto, Japan. Continue reading
My knowledge of Japanese is limited, to say the least. Continue reading
Geographically the Philippines is a little out of the way and writers feel isolated from the global literary scene. Continue reading
They were lonely thoughts. But in them was this nice, quiet feeling. Continue reading
History untold is non-existent history. Continue reading
How writers and artists combat attempts to erase histories that don’t fit in mainstream narratives. Continue reading
How are you? But I don’t even know where you are. Continue reading
The joys of little sisterhood. Continue reading
Someone had appeared, to say something. Sleep had no ears. So it had to be said through visual symbols. Continue reading
The early years. Continue reading