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Archive | Issue 2: 2016

Lima

Lima, in its raw self, is not obviously, nor immediately, beautiful. Its skin is perfumed of an intoxicating combination of freshly chopped chicken heads, sticky gasoline, and briny ocean waves. The scent lingers within your nose acting as an invisible guest overstaying its welcome, until you forget it’s still even there. During the winter, as […]

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Japan’s Austere Glow

In the words of Anthony Bourdain, Japan is a paradox. The low birthrate, the dedication, the conformity, and the life of a salary man are all well known, but it took visiting the country to discover that the competitive and rigid culture has given way to some incredibly unique subcultures. My understanding of Japanese lifestyle […]

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I Am Home

I am home, I am home, I am home! India. How to explain India? Colorful and alive, bustling and loud, overwhelming and breathtaking, heartbreaking and beautiful. Bangalore is a heart, beating to the rhythm of auto rickshaw horns, marketplace haggling, sizzling dosas and the tantalizing aroma of Indian filter coffee decoction, kept alive by a […]

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Isaan, Thailand

The northeastern region of Thailand, or Isaan, is unlike anywhere else in the country. Known for its lush rice patties and simple lifestyle, the area serves as the national hub of traditional culture. By living with a family of organic rice farmers in a village of 200 people in the province of Yasothon, I grew […]

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I saw Berlin on a pogostick

Berlin’s blueprints were drawn up with a pogostick Measured in the highs and lows and Grandmaster plans of allies and enemies. You see Berlin on the pogostick Bouncing over jagged concrete memories of the torn down wall and Touching down in the basement art shows where gravity And creativity And bizarre performance pieces And the […]

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Vienna’s birthday cakes

Vienna’s royal Hapsburg heritage is honored in its clean swept boulevards Stacked with birthday cake palaces and bronze fashioned fountains and If the horses hadn’t been caste they’d still prance As the H&M’d Viennese do between their 9-5s and ballroom cafes Extending elegant pointing fingers to select Pastries glistening beneath glass in a cloud of […]

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Krakow’s squeaking trumpet

In Krakow, everyday at midday The trumpet sounds at each compass direction Of the town square’s clock tower. In its final directional note, Legend has it an invasion struck The trumpeter’s throat with an arrow, Recording an awkward Abrupt Violent And haunting Squeak Into Krakow’s collective memory. It is only new to tourists. It is […]

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Budapest’s caves are the least scary thing

Budapest’s caves are the least scary thing about the city. I would rather sit in the echoes of an underground amphitheater With my headlamp turned off Than tour the brightly lit decadence of Viktor Orban’s illiberal parliament. I would rather bonk my head and let a scab form beneath the stalactites Before passing the recently […]

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