April 2011
4 posts
auschwitz 5/2/11
The wind that blows in Poland is so strong it nearly knocks me off my feet. Ice-gripping fingers that grasp my own, glamour glasses knocked aside as I try to keep my hood up. My fingers are swollen pink; so cold I cease to feel. I am numb as I gaze at the cottages that pass by: nostalgic, eclectic buildings reminiscent of Swiss chalets and Austrian colours, like an incestuous cousin of more...
ai weiwei
I only heard about Ai Weiwei’s arrest yesterday. This tells you something about the extensiveness of China’s censorship. For all the surfing I do on the internet, I had not come across one bit of information on Ai Weiwei’s arrest, something like 2-3 weeks ago.
On the arrest itself, I am confounded. I always thought that despite his controversial political works, Ai Weiwei was...
let's talk about love.
I am confounded.
Write about love, Mr. Tamby says. That’s all very well, and I know all of the girls squealed and all of the boys sighed at the assignment of such a sappy topic, but I am left merely confounded.
What kind of love, see? There are so many options. If I write about love, I could write about easy love, wretched love, twisted love, hidden love, forbidden love, impossible love. Or a...
