Of daylight and shadows

)arrow Sometimes I feel like Gollum, forever fleeing the burning brightness of the Sun. We endlessly seek its heat only to find our skin aging, our eyes blinded and shadows flattened. There’s no worse light for photography then a bright noon sunlight. Over it I’ll always choose a late afternoon’s warm nuances and lazy shadows.I…

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The Sex Lives of Cannibals

I was recently reading a book when suddenly, hidden in the middle of a chapter, I recognized… Myself. This would be me, I realized, if I remained in Kiribati any longer, a dissolute man untethered from his own land, a foreigner who has adapted to the queer realities of island life, but a foreigner always,…

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Wind of change

I’ve felt it before. It comes out of nowhere and wants to take you back there. At times it makes you sweat, but then it chills you to the bones. No way to sail along with it for it is unpredictable and gusty. But it carries many new scents and the perfume of unknown lands…

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The darkest hour

It comes just before dawn, so long after the light once disappeared it seems as if darkness will never end. The air is cold and brisk and hard. My eyes are unseeing and I walk like a blind man, arms extended, probing the night. Tiny obstacles make me stumble and often manage to throw me…

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