“Where does the wind come from?” my son asked. I wetted my finger and stuck it in the air. A … More
Late one August evening in a small provincial town, a woman steps out her front door. In her hand, she … More
In 1996, I saw the Mona Lisaat the Louvre in Paris. Standing there in front of the painting, I heard – … More
There is a photo of my older brother on the shelf behind my desk. It has been taken in a … More
“For me, philosophy is a way of living and not an academic discipline that requires you to swallow a certain … More
I just published the personal essay “My Name Is Finn” in the literary arts magazine Under the Gum Tree.