This was one of the last cups of coffee I had in a café before socially isolating. It was a white chocolate mocha, and one of the best beverages I've ever treated myself to. The Young Man Who Keeps To Himself made it-although I'd go there every day to write, I am so embarrassingly bad … Continue reading Goals for the new normal
Author: Andreea Ilie
Memories: The Good, The Bad and The Manipulated
©Andreea Ilie I dug out this picture from the 7,061 images laying dormant on my camera roll, waiting to be rediscovered as memories when their time came. And this time, it came with an unprecedented sense of awe and wonder, as I looked at past me and wanted to be in her shoes again. This, … Continue reading Memories: The Good, The Bad and The Manipulated
Imposter syndrome
I find imposter syndrome to be one of the most difficult feelings that our generation has brought to light and is learning to deal with. To recognize it in yourself, see how it limits your possibilities and begin to overcome it are three separate feats that seem almost insurmountable when all you feel is that … Continue reading Imposter syndrome
How to talk about it: when their child is not okay
At lunch, I sat next to a man who talked about his son's mental illness with the same openness and ease he'd just described his morning workout. Legs and a bit of cardio, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. It was the first time he met his friend after a long period of travelling, changing jobs, being … Continue reading How to talk about it: when their child is not okay
The Fires
II We take the sight of the sky as a given, a right enshrined in our very constitution. I, for one, felt frustrated, more than I felt alarmed at first, every day that it was kept from me. In my mind, thousands of years of instinct declared the clouds should part soon or else…Or else … Continue reading The Fires
The Fires
I I hadn't posted the pictures before we left because I thought it would be over. In a futile act of magical thinking, I told myself they'll go up when the danger had passed; upload them before that, and it'll linger. The fire, I mean. You see, I thought I had a say. It was … Continue reading The Fires
“Asta”
În vara anului 2008, m-a ferit Dumnezeu de un internship la PSD. Pe atunci, locuiam și lucram în Londra, unde eram studentă, cu bursă. Nu a fost un miracol, nici vreo binecuvântare, nimic picat din cer- ci rezultatul unei încăpățânări native, a muncii constante și a sacrificiilor, dintre care lipsa unei vieți sociale, din copilărie … Continue reading “Asta”
Renovations of the self
First comes desire. In an otherwise steady, sufficient, pleasant existence, there comes a time when you want more, perhaps want out. In the quiet space between thinking and doing, a wish, a tingling in the stomach, a nudge of the senses, a sign, if you will, presents itself. A new want from outside the realm … Continue reading Renovations of the self
When will it be enough?
Never. Everyone just lives and lives, And we do things, we go places, we become our degrees, or our parents, or our past, or ourselves, we assemble shapes from the wet clay of youth that at first lays abundant beneath our feet, plenty to go round, and the possibilities, the forms it could take, endless, … Continue reading When will it be enough?
Historical Homes: Deliberate Decay, Neglect and Looting
The Niculescu-Dorobanțu Residence Have you ever been on a tour of historical houses where some participants shout 'murderers'? Where the rest nod, approvingly? Have you ever been on a tour where the guide leaves questions unanswered, not out of ignorance, but because the authorities responsible with cultural preservation have left many questions -pertaining not just … Continue reading Historical Homes: Deliberate Decay, Neglect and Looting
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