Illuminations

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. –Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Reading that this summer, I realized that it must have been from Kundera that Jonathan Safran Foer lifted the title Everything is Illuminated. Bricoleuse that I am, I love discovering these correspondences–I [...]

Altr’East River

I read (or heard) once in college that to speak another language is to have another life. This makes perfect sense to me; every language seems coloured by the world-view of its speakers–there is more beauty in Italian and more pleasure in French. I feel like a similar thing can be said for neighborhoods: you [...]