“For the bookish, London is a book. For criminals, a map of opportunities. For unpapered immigrants, it is a nest of skinned eyes; sanctioned gunmen ready to blow your head off as you run for a train. When the city of distorting mirrors revealed itself, through its districts and discriminations, I discovered more about London's past as a reworking of my own submerged history.” BookEyeRunningPastOpportunityMy OwnCitiesReadyMirrorsTrainBlowLondonCriminalsDiscriminationImmigrantsMapsNestsSubmergedGunmen Book:London: City of Disappearances Source: London: City of Disappearances
“The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.” WayFirstsSoulPainPastPleasureFiveLonelinessWindWallThousandThirdsOvercomingWingsInjusticeLipsBlowBonesFleshMy SoulCupsMy WayTeaDryThroatLegendsFourthFifthSoul SearchingCaressCommunesDry Lips Author:Lu Tong
“Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.” Has BeensLightPastSeaSkyWindComfortForgivingSouthBlowGood DayMiami Author:Iggy Pop