Once there was and there was not … that place 100 years ago that my ancestors survived, where teenage boys were dressed as girls, young women married off to foreigners and infants given up to Kurds
The Go Between and Ancient Voices that Beckon
The weather outside the basement-level Yerevan eatery is below zero, and I sit between friends, perspiring from the multiple layers I donned in the Arabian Desert.
The Architect in a Box
There was nothing but sand here. Now, a picture-perfect 21st century metropolis stands tall with pride.
Three Apples: dOIN’ tIME iN dAW’HA
It’s Tuesday, and he’s on an Airbus, 32,972 feet above land, waiting for a computer network to ping him and beg him to return.
CAPITAL City
Fall 2013 will forever be imprinted in my mind with a melancholic pop song about our enigmatic obsession with the Homeland. In my mind’s eye these days, Arabo Ispiryan’s cinematic music video plays in repeat.
Pretty Good Day
Sometimes if you’re watching the clouds, the genius algorithms of our connectivity and oneness in the universe spell themselves out in plain sight.
An Open Letter to Him
It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. This wasn’t how it was scripted.
Dancer and the Dance
On the edge of this multicultural metropolis, miles shy of the suburban promises of Americana in Orange County, thousands of cars have come to a halt on a massive multilaned interstate in Buena Park. Cars, new and old, foreign and domestic, weave an incomprehensible tale of multicultural harmony in our globalized 21st century.
Decoding the Rise of the Buffalo
In a haunting phonograph recording from 100 years ago in Paris, the scratchy and hollow, melancholic and faraway voice of genius priest Komitas comes to life via 0’s and 1’s, bits and bytes, on an iPhone 4S in Hawaii.
There’s a Land that I heard of Once in a Lullaby
“Sone le le” from Andre’s 1000x album is blaring in your earbuds as you battle your default human nature of being unsatisfied, lazy, suffering, lethargic and ennuied.