• The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

    • The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

    • The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

    • The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

    • The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

    • The Team

      Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound. He is lying down on the dirty jagged sidewalk. Stormageddon looks up at the waning crescent moon competing with…

    • Meeting Maria

      The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting. This arrangement was meant to take the edge off. She chose something light for the occasion, but knowing the context of…

    • Covid-19: A win for disaster capitalism and loss for the climate

      If six months ago someone had proposed shutting down the whole world to resolve a crisis, they would have been laughed off. In times of shock, impossible ideas suddenly seem possible and, more often than not, it’s the corporations that reap the benefits of that possibility. This theory of disaster capitalism was discussed by Canadian…

    • A millennial’s tribute to Rabindra Sangeet

      Scientists are still trying to invent time machines. But it has been here for a while now, hidden in plain sight. Remember that song which was the very first thing your father played in the morning when you were 6? Right now it’s raining cats and dogs and the whole city is immobile and kind…

    • Prague: Bohemia’s Rhapsody

      After the most traumatic academic year of my postgraduate legal studies, I decided to reward myself with a budget friendly Europe trip. Being a borderline obsessive meticulous organiser, I had my trips planned down to the last minute. All my buses, flights, and hotels were booked. I knew every step I was going to take,…

    • To My Beloved

      From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It’s 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best. Hope is all I have now. Last month while I was lying on my back inside a doughnut shaped white tube, I told the doctor three times…

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