The metro is Moscow’s bloodline. Like veins it runs through the city’s innards, carrying millions of people every day. 203 stations 339 km in length… 8 million passengers a day… Spend long enough in the metro and you will witness the very essence of life, distilled. On mountainous escalators, slowly. …Immaculately dressed girls with marble skin and frail frames …Older women just the opposite – … Continue reading Moscow metro, a fragment
Somewhere in Sodermalm on the south banks of Stockholm. Only 4pm and already light, shape, details of the landscape – all gone. That’s the Nordic evening, coming in like a wave. But in Stockholm darkness reveals another kind of light, equally as important. The lights in people’s homes are glowing brilliant white. As I walk the small quietness of the streets I see them all … Continue reading Thought experiments in Stockholm
The countries of London are everywhere. Fluid and untraceable, they permeate the city like a layer of oxygen. Without them, the city will suffocate. To the observant, each country reveals its patterns, with time. The perception of each country is forged by a myriad signs. But no one, not even the ones paying attention see them all at once. The important thing though, is to … Continue reading The countries of London
When the skin of your passport is your skin. When scattered currencies are a puzzle you revisit time and time again. And an empty suitcase is left open, waiting. When choreography of preparation reaches perfection. When the first step into the plane is a ritual. And defying gravity to rise into the stratosphere is nothing…. When you begin to understand new languages, without knowing a single word. When intuition … Continue reading Absorbed by the world
Once upon a time in London, my week turned into a series of creative pursuits. I went to a pottery class Listened to a talk by performance artist Marina Abramovic Watched a startup pitching competition I am not an aspiring potter, an artist or an entrepreneur but… I found myself bent over a throwing wheel. Then at the Southbank center, I sat listening to a brazen voice against the anti-sound … Continue reading Why creative pursuits matter
In my life, travel has always been the ultimate trigger for personal evolution. And this accelerated development is my ultimate reward. No fear will make me give it up.
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I had picked up Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast by chance; because I’d quit my job and had the time to do otherwise undoable things like going to the library during the day and thinking about writing and writers and what writers thought. There were only four days left until my flight to Moscow but I promised myself I would finish at least one book before I left. I was … Continue reading A Moveable Feast