I have quite a peculiar friend. Perhaps, me being who I am, that is not surprising. Still, this one is remarkable. Three years ago we met in class, where he…

“Today is our birthday,” and she checks my phone to memorise the date. I don’t understand. With my eyes, I tell her so. She reaches for my hand and begins…

My mother studied art history, a handful of years before I was born, a period I struggle to imagine. During the lectures she discovered notebooks full of beauty from the…

Ik schrijf deze zin en Maui staat in brand, door mijn hoofd stromen beelden van New York in smog, enkele weken geleden, en het nieuws dat we overschakelen op Global…