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Forgotten Thoughts of Forgotten People

Istanbul Ataturk Airport, 06/28/2016 Baklava… NO! Kunefe! All the deserts that people have not yet discovered the beauty of outside of Turkey pass through your mind, as you board your plane taking you back home to Istanbul. And the desserts remind you about all the drinks. As soon as I...

Sun to Snow

Gazing outside the large, paneled window of my room, I am greeted by a winter wonderland. Fluffy flakes swirl and twirl towards the ground, lighter and softer than I had imagined. Icicles, sleek and smooth, glisten in the wintery light, dangling from rooftops and railings. Coating the tops of the...

Photographing a Mexican Slaughterhouse

As I sat in the taxi, speeding through the winding streets of Oaxaca, Mexico, I thought about my relationship with meat. A spice rubbed filet mignon, a New York Strip with bearnaise sauce, a bacon cheeseburger—all of which greatly increase my quality of life. I’m a firm believer that life...

The Side-Effect of Living

Content Warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts “Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?”- Albert Camus Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee? It seems of the same order to me. It’s been months now that I stand at the terrace, looking at the ground below and...


AS220

A radical art nonprofit in downtown Providence is revolutionizing the way we think about and build artist communities. AS220 is a refreshing departure from the world of elite art. Umberto Crenca co-founded AS220 in 1985 on his conviction that every person has the potential for creative expression, and that such...


A Savage Memory of Elephants

I remember the elephant gazing at me with teary eyes as I watched a girl from my tour go up, pay the mahout, and sit down on its massive tusks. Once powerful, they were now cracked and warped from years of sitting, lifting, and straining. The tusks had started to...

Running into the Flames

He considered his appearance in the floor length mirror that was propped against the wall, appreciating the simplicity of his running attire. The drab grey Nikes, knee-high white socks and ashen basketball shorts contrasted tastefully with his August-bronzed skin. His sunglasses were molded to his face, aerodynamic, a sleek black....

Lily

(爸爸) Dad                                                                                                ...