The cardinal question that every child asks themself is: what will happen when I grow up? Adults all around us create this image of experiencing an irreplaceable change when we would turn eighteen (‘coming of age’, as some would say) and as children, we would wonder…

Dionysus. The Greek patron god of harvest, wine, ivy, and most importantly- art and madness. Born to the god Zeus and the mortal Semele, his characterization has shifted through the centuries from Mycenean Greece to the Hellenistic god we know today: the previous characterization of him being far more demonic…

“Listen to me if you know what’s good for you: come back home, right this minute.” — Han Kang. Han Kang, in her book ‘Human Acts’, presents a brutally honest narration on the Gwangju Uprising and its aftermath both on the city of Gwangju and South Korea in general. She…

For a child, the colour white reminds them of jasmines: the flowers hanging off the sides of their head, the true Milky Way of space. The lilies that grace the pond in Swan Lake. Storks and cranes. Snow. But an adult looks at it and is taken back to the…

My mother often says that I came as a boon to her: like a small daisy blooming under the quelling, lifeless winter. Ironically, I was born a woman; at the start of winter amidst the firecrackers that set off festivals. I’ve loved being a girl; and ever since I started…

“Each person, human or no, is bound to every other in a reciprocal relationship. Just as all beings have a duty to me, I have a duty to them […] Paying attention is a form of reciprocity with the living world, receiving the gifts with open eyes and open heart.” …

In the duration of the existence of our universe, the creativity of the mind has always been adored and viewed from a hand’s distance, with caution. Creative means- such as music, writing, and dance- have found themselves at the core of human expression of their feelings and beliefs. More often…

I’m a lover of different places stuck in the house of people who hate to travel. I’ve liked to travel ever since I was a small child. Stories would float around my mother’s mouth as she talked about how I had giggled with the driver on our…

“In the past my feelings have been erased, minimized and mocked, and I’ve been told by people that my desires are temporary, even suggestions that it’s just a concealed desire to cheat. All of those anecdotes are included in the song.” — Rina Sawayama for Paper Magazine. Our current society…