“Lonely gloves are the epitome of those who wear them. We are lonely gloves; lonely gloves are us.”

A conversation on critics

333 words

The land upon which the compound sprawled had been rented out by UNIFIL years ago to host the foreign regiment that continues to patrol the southern border to this day. Years of endless conflict had, conversely, birthed an effort in homemaking, thus grafting a piece of Indonesia into the little Lebanese village.

It marks the difference between birding aesthetics and artifact aesthetics: the former is a cognitive aesthetics strongly motivated by an outward curiosity and sensitivity, whereas the latter is able to detect beauty in a much narrower scope of creatures that fall in the manmade categories of cute.

A conversation on models of presenting

130 words

Fran is a rather tall woman from the Mashonaland East Province of Zimbabwe.

I sat down with myself to discuss the project, the process, my intentions, and aspirations.

Pictured: My grandmother, her hands, and her cheesecake

You have been retrieved, removed, repaired, re-appropriated, replaced and replicated time and time again.

With the advance in technology, we now have more intelligent and futuristic composites to choose from. Can smart materials affect the design field positively?

A conversation on working against instinct

765 words

The year this tree was planted, it bore no fruit. It was a wee sapling purchased from a Lowes or Home Depot, most likely of the Brown Turkey variety, selected by my father, a lover of figs.

A conversation on learning other ways

390 words

“I found myself in a mass exchange of glove pics with friends. After receiving said pics, we’d ask each other the vital follow-up question: ‘Where’d you find it?!’”

A story of how a recipe evolved simply by entering another’s household.

Medicine is powerful; in front of medicine, humanity manifests its bizarre, absurd, and surreal aspects.

Yours truly, from my screen to yours.

When sharing food is a public health hazard and exchanging recipes doesn’t bridge the distance, invite a friend to a virtual dinner.

“A cheese is just one small piece of the world – one lump of microbe-riddled milk curds – but each is a point of centuries of tradition.”

The crisp springtime air sends a thin layer of yellow and brown pollen tumbling across the driveway.

Incessantly rubbing your nerves against the limits of cognition, she is the only one who, if fully understood, can possibly lead her audience on a self-made cult.