Essay: The Architecture of Rupture
By Reeti Roy || Autocracy is not static. It moves. Across cinema, power often reveals itself not through declarations or violence, but through rhythm, through bodies trained to move together, … Read More
By Reeti Roy || Autocracy is not static. It moves. Across cinema, power often reveals itself not through declarations or violence, but through rhythm, through bodies trained to move together, … Read More
By Reeti Roy || The flight from Incheon to Changi was a slow-motion shedding. By the time the plane descended over the sprawl of salt marshes, banking into the thick, … Read More
By Reeti Roy || My fascination with India’s Abanindranath Tagore and Korea’s Kim Whanki began at very different moments in my life. I first encountered Abanindranath in a Class I … Read More
By Francesca Duong The Gangneung water was radiating blue with leftover heat from the summer, and people were enjoying stamping footprints in the sand before winter took over the country. … Read More
By Reeti Roy Thunderstorms crashed outside, and because of a cloudburst, our garden looked like a pond. Two live fish had entered my bedroom – a first in all my … Read More
Hurry, Hurry – But Why? By Muthukumar Elangovan Every act is a tiny battle. Like getting an elevator from the top floor, darting out of the office, and making it … Read More
By Francesca Duong I carefully balanced my phone against an object a few feet away from us. After clicking the button to start the ten-second self-timer, I quickly scurried back … Read More
By Francesca Duong My eyes scanned the advertisement stuck to the pole as I waited for the crossing signal to turn green. A simplistic, large, brown guitar was imposed against … Read More