Journey to Cuetzalan
Rain brought back memories that weren’t actually mine, including how my father ate fried ants in his native sierra.
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Rain brought back memories that weren’t actually mine, including how my father ate fried ants in his native sierra.
Read MoreHow some things change and other things never change strikes me every time I return to the streets of my hometown.
Read MoreWalls do not separate space; they exist in space, and therefore separate nothing
Read MoreMinha predileta sempre será a BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO | My favorite will always be Banda da Conceição
Read MoreGujarat has been at the crossroads of civilizations for longer than memory. Its most iconic city, Ahmedabad, still holds its unique architectural mix of Jainism, Hinduism and Islam. The comparison was inevitable: the old city was much cleaner and more preserved than my beloved Chandni Chowk in Delhi. Then there was the woodwork and the […]
Read MoreA photo essay on autumn and the present perfect in the timeless Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay by Ricky Toledano
Read MoreI suspect that whomever can answer that question of whether gentrification is progress or problem shall answer all questions, because it reverts to a much more profound human challenge.
Read MoreThe most amazing panorama
Read MoreThe words for port and door are quite the same in Latin languages. Actually, it is hardly a stretch for English speakers to grasp the relevant vocabules for a place of entry and exit. In the case of Buenos Aires, however, I found poetry in how the very doors of the city reflected the amazing […]
Read MoreAs one of the two most visited cemetaries in the world, it could only become yet another cliché to follow Paris. However, I don’t have the unending struggle — either internal or external — against cliché that bothers others to insanity. I think I might have more pressing fights to deal with. And it […]
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