Asylum & Eye Contact in a Time of Division

(25.01.17) A night like this, I need to write, to walk, to be. And apologies if this one is a little too stream-of-consciousness, but it’s me. What is real? The conversation I have at a networking event, yes, it feels good, but that business card I hand over, crumbled and a little discoloured from a…

2016: The Year of Temporary Homes

2016 was my first year as a real life adult. That’s not to say I have mastered the art of diligently flossing, or fully understand the global health insurance package I bought – I have a long way to go. But this year, I worked, lived, travelled, and adventured like a relatively functioning adult human…