the sentiment that ‘words are just pointers’ and somehow lacking in accuracy is often expressed and i’ve gone along with it in the past, understanding the frustration in why it was being said, but i’m taking this moment and this space to declare to myself that i don’t share that sentiment.
I am grateful for [...]
on thursday i turned 23…no, 24…no 25. that’s it. a quarter of a century.
being back in canada just over a week i wasn’t prepared to celebrate. and so on wednesday i felt not quite good and not quite bad all day until i realized that i was sad i had [...]
my last meal in kenya was japanese food cooked by my canadian friend, linda. i had walked home that day from yaya centre noting the last moments that didn’t feel like last moments….marked by their unmarkedness.
i bought some things from the market that day and ran into my friend nasarian who i hadn’t seen [...]
My friend Maria is a gorgeous french woman who lives in the bush not far from Mtwapa. Isabella introduced us and a few weeks later Maria invited me to her place to share some ideas with me. We talked about art and being artists, a topic which has absorbed my interest for the [...]
