Woman with a Heart so White in Barcelona

  Sagrada Familia’s taciturn shadow casts a long and languid image of a black hair of a woman too nonchalant about the day.   It collects within itself Gaudi’s genius and lunacy of a vertical homage to God whose spires are too magnificent and bewildering to our distinctive thirst of artistic expression.  Inventive and striking beyond our … More Woman with a Heart so White in Barcelona

Jordan’s Mt. Nebo and our Moseses

Mountains have their essence, their own distinct character and conscience.  They also serve as a geological totem on the history of myth-making and socio-cultural definition on the convergence of people. In my imagination they most often loom oppressively large, majestic and breathtaking.  This is congruent to my limited experience of climbing local mountains and the … More Jordan’s Mt. Nebo and our Moseses

Running in Prague with Kafka in My Mind

There are two ways of discovering the soul of a city.   The first option is to marvel its emblematic nocturnal lights and sound which also means tracing the illuminations and patterns of the skyline.  In here, the ubiquitous neon signs of commercialism and fetishism of the slim and languid bodies of the young are laid bare.  To rise-up early is the second option.  It entails wearing a pair … More Running in Prague with Kafka in My Mind