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@nicstone’s “dear martin” takes me back to high school makes me wonder if i ever could have survived a version like this question how we expect anyone any age to.professor paul bloom’s “against empathy” offers an interesting perspective with some pretty solid examples of where and how empathy can steer us wrong. [side note: the font color / print was annoyingly distracting.]it was the best of times it was the worst of times tried to read the classics couldn’t get past that line • it is the best of times it is the worst of times cities still divided across two lines-
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crazy / beautiful.
there’s a hidden beauty that shrouds tehran. it’s not the obvious, overt type. i don’t find myself mesmerized by architecture and city planning as i explore the city through the backseat of dilapidated taxi cabs. perhaps it’s because of the … Continue reading
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cold mountain.
i’ve developed a morning ritual in the short time i’ve been here. eyes still semi closed, i stumble into the kitchen to sit with my grandmother and her niece where we plan out our day over coffee and sweet cha-ee. my … Continue reading
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house of sand and fog.
everything in tehran used to be something else. vali asr street was pahlavi street, named after the monarch before he was dethroned. esteghlal was the hilton before sanctions meant US businesses could no longer operate here. and the land upon … Continue reading
coming home.
my mother showered me with stories of growing up in iran when i was a child. she created a magical space in my mind of a country i was born connected to, but felt i would never see. i wanted … Continue reading
once upon a time in the east.
since the day i started driving, i’ve dreaded exploring new areas – maps make no sense to me; sudden turns catch me off-guard; and my sense of direction never guides me to the right road. venturing into a new part … Continue reading
new york, i love you.
i’ve spent my last few days secluded in my sanctuary. futile attempts at completing a long abandoned chapter of my manuscript have left me a little frustrated. my wishes that the creative styles trapped away in the books on my … Continue reading
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passion in the desert.
i’ve been back in the middle east for almost a month. tucking away my appetite for adventure, i’ve replaced my comfortable sneakers with six inch stilettos and my cut off shorts with evening gowns as i’ve pranced from one night … Continue reading
