“…Your life, little fireling, little warlike starling, flickering indignantly, all erotic umbrage. Broken wing in my hand. Pathological, shy flame, I will care for you. Little shape of my fate, my certain failure. What is desire, if not this burden. Dearth and glut cupped in your hands: wild, deadheaded, and blue.” The Sunlight, Miguel Murphy. … Continue reading Villa Popov & Balchik (Балчик)
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[Writing isn’t easy to forget. And writing doesn’t need a paper. Balconies illustrate this perfectly. When I stand at it, looking at the covering and uncovering of the sun, I’m writing. There are words that ring in my head. Pound. In Berlin last week, I sat at the banks of the Spree and watched a … Continue reading Now in Gö, New in Gö
(No. 1 of the Bulgarian series) We passed Vama Veche – the last coastal village in Romania giving way to Bulgaria – and drove to border control. Being the only non-European in the car, my passport was checked further. I sat with a knot in my stomach. A type of pointless fluttering I’ve felt only … Continue reading Sea at Krapets (Крапец) – A Bulgarian Beginning
(No. 2 of the Romanian Series) After a dull June morning at the Immigration Office in Brasov, I head to Piata Sfatului. I go in and out of local banks asking them if I’d be allowed to open a bank account to support my visa extension. At BRD I’m a tourist, at Raiffeisen (where I … Continue reading The Black Church, Brasov – An Insignification
(No. 1 of the Romanian series ) Adam, a friend introduced me to Romania. Back then, I was amongst the ignorant. Once when I met a Romanian girl, I asked her about Dracula and shut up for the rest of the night. Names like Bucharest, Brasov, Sibiu, Transfăgărășan, etc., came into my vocabulary because of … Continue reading Brasov for the first time
24th June, Prague. I see cities in a very simple way. I wake up in the morning and walk them. I say a prayer and walk. This has worked very well for me in several occasions – I’ve either been lead to the darkest alleys of cities or met people whose kindness overwhelms me still. … Continue reading Prague and Tom Kus
Dearest darling, Consider this our first letter. I’ve often wondered – either walking alongside you or standing against a railing preventing me from jumping to you – if you were a woman or a man. When I walked next to you, you lead me on. I went where you went. You spoke. I listened. You … Continue reading A letter to the Thames
Stevenston Sea, between Largs and Glasgow. When I decided to get off the train midway, he was reluctant to follow. I promised to get him back in time, in time for the nothing he had planned for himself. For the something of mine. But before I could note the name of the sudden town, Stevenston, … Continue reading Stevenston Sea – A Sea of the Absurd
"Waiting is also a place: it is wherever you wait." The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood Noise is inevitable on trains. Quiet Zones are only an invitation to lesser noise. On an unusually warm summer night in Scotland, I was on what I’d like to call the noisiest train. The Scotrail from Glasgow was filled with … Continue reading Waiting at Ardrossan South Beach
When I landed at Linate in Milan, I stopped saying Lyn-ate. I said it right. I said it Lyn-ah-tey. I used a coin phone to call India. Mother, I’m here, I said. God bless you, she said. Dear Milan, I asked myself that day who you were going to be, to me. I stood outside … Continue reading To Milan
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