Sulaymaniyah — The point of intersection. The Bosphorus melting into the Marmara Sea; the Golden Horn meets the Bosphorus. Ships, ships, ships. On a terrace in Cihangir, I can forever watch the ships go by. Passenger ferries, cargo ships, private yachts drawing white lines connecting me to the unknown. I walk over to the man of the hour and stand in front of him. He looks into my eyes and cautiously puts his han...
Istanbul — It was a simple Friday night. Watermelon and rum; roasted chicken salad and take out pizza; friends and a rooftop. We had just finished dinner and moved out of the oven-like kitchen to the rooftop whe...
Yangon — A single fluorescent tube illuminates this 11 feet by 8 feet room. I stretch across the bed. I want to see if I could touch one wall with my feet and the opposite with my hands. Yes, just barely. The ...
Washington — I left work today and the sunlight was beautiful. I saw the golden rays fall across the Capitol Building so I had to follow it. I walked to the National Mall and was rewarded for my troubles through t...
The days of the week always feel different. Sometimes, Thursdays feel like Fridays, and Sundays are too short.
Fraction of A Second
The Night of the Coup
Eres la mezcla perfecta entre fantasía y realidad.
In Yangon, yet all I want is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Read about Project One Hundred here https://medium.com/p/6eb8d1457014/ Thanks for sharing the moment with me Satish. It made my day.
The raggedy arms of the first shaped products of Viennoiserie 1. As the weekend progresses, the aim is less crescent and more croissant.
Hello new day.
Outside, the terrace is covered with snow. We've dug it away a few times, but it keeps returning. Very February.
I left work tonight chasing a sunset. The sky was beautiful and I had to find the source.
Sad but Relieved: I Am Not Unique
Writing Vision Board(Continued from yesterday and inspired by a few encouraging words from strangers. Thanks!)