how to cultivate an embodied sense of the creative self — through a framework of daily body and creative rituals
Read Moreyesterday i went to taksim square and i didn’t hate it (for about 1 minute).
Read Morewhy people like to throw simit (turkish sesame bagels) at seagulls on ferry rides?
Read Morethe not-too-sweetness of a pudding cake that nourished me the entire week
Read Morewhat i did on sunday: sit at a cafe watching sun and cigarette smoke - wondering how it is that i ended up here.
Read Morethe view from my bedroom this month - an apartment where i’ll spend christmas and new years alone with a black cat.
Read Moremy host gave me some fruit from her garden, and then I went to the market and bought more pomegranates
Read Moreone day i took a bus into the mountain villages and saw a blue domed church at the top of a mountain peak
Read Moreistanbul is a dark smudge on my heart: non-erasable. these days, i soak in the blue sea on a greek island, remembering how istanbul was blue at times, but not blue - istanbul was also shades of black.
Read MoreI wanted him to smoke my kisses, not tobacco.
Read Moredo you want anything from afghanistan, he asks me — my friends are coming back from there soon. and i thought — do i want anything from afghanistan (?) for him, it’s simply that mother/home/land, the home he escaped, left behind, for me it’s a place i only know from radio and television noise of my childhood — *the war in afghanistan, mr. president, when will you bring our soldiers back from afghanistan
Read Moremaking living forms out of clay
Read Moreall the past lives of this journal, as it accompanied me through 5 years of wayfinding
Read Morea run through an abandoned airport
Read Morea pressed flower gift for my friend in japan
Read Moretruth is not a double-edged sword. truth is a glittering glacier
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