The Mirror of What Remains
I remember sitting in a waiting room in Leeds, watching a man trace the pattern of the linoleum floor with his shoe. He wasn't looking at the magazines or the clock on the wall; he was staring at the way the fluorescent light pooled in a puddle…
When a Kid Selling Newspaper
A few years after I started working, I visited Jakarta on business trip. It was late 1990. When we were on the road between hotel and office, there were a few paperboys selling newspaper to car drivers and passengers. There was traffic congestion, and the vehicles moved very slowly. The paperboys were very young.
The Weight of Stillness
There is a specific, heavy quality to the air just before the heat of the day fully settles, when the light loses its morning clarity and begins to thicken, turning everything it touches into something tactile and ancient. In the north, we…