Reading Rooms and Runways
In a city that isn’t mine, I shelter in the library and listen to the soft shuffle of pages. Leaving feels like takeoff; staying feels like study.
A quiet library of travel notes, reflections, and research fragments.
In a city that isn’t mine, I shelter in the library and listen to the soft shuffle of pages. Leaving feels like takeoff; staying feels like study.
On writing in the margins of movement: small annotations for arrivals, departures, and the spaces between.
What counts as evidence when the ground keeps moving? Field notes on memory, mapping, and the ethics of the wandering eye.