My Life, My View, My Photo
I grew up in this neighborhood, where every street, doorway, and weathered wall became part of my earliest understanding of home. Soon, the excavators will arrive. The familiar buildings will disappear, replaced by something new, and the landscape that shaped my childhood will exist only … Continue readingThe Days
Some afternoons are defined less by what happens than by what remains absent. The streets are open, cafés continue their routines, and traffic follows familiar paths, yet there is an unmistakable distance between people. Successive outbreaks have altered the rhythm of the city, leaving many … Continue readingThe Day of COVID-19