Elsewhere: How Imagined Worlds Become Sites Of Resistance, Memory And Hope
We dedicate this issue to those who venture into the elsewhere, to people made of paper and to those who imagine and dismantle entire worlds for the sake of love.
We dedicate this issue to those who venture into the elsewhere, to people made of paper and to those who imagine and dismantle entire worlds for the sake of love.
A hidden inner refuge guides us, preserving the clarity and calm the outer world cannot offer.
In Dreams. There is no Alice. There is no Wonderland. There is wonder. And there is arousal. Of the imaginary. A tactility in the text that conveys the illicit and the unmentionable.
Márquez’s Macondo And Gandhi, Still Undeciphered
The acts of breathing in and out become compositional devices—intervals through which rhythm and exhaustion surface as material conditions for speaking and being.
True longing alchemises us. As the experience of incompleteness eats into our innards, it births us, gradually, into a new wholeness. And one day, it would seem, we no longer see any conflict between earth and sky, now and forever. The divide has been healed. We are home. Elsewhere is right here.
This space which I want to create, unlike that of the real world, has to be open to possibilities, to dialogues, to alternate viewpoints, and defined by an underlying sense of respect.
Every once in a while, along comes a story that shakes our self-assurance, and forces us to reconsider humanity. If fantasy and science fiction offer alternative visions for humanity, they also warn of the pitfalls of going in the opposite direction.
Buland Masjid emerges as a paradoxical space where hunger is constant, yet food is abundant, making it a daily feast shaped by migrant lives, labour and remembered cuisines.
Imagination enables metamorphosis, and metamorphosis is what I’m after. Not just as a maker, but as a seeker, a spectator.
A hidden inner refuge guides us, preserving the clarity and calm the outer world cannot offer.
In Dreams. There is no Alice. There is no Wonderland. There is wonder. And there is arousal. Of the imaginary. A tactility in the text that conveys the illicit and the unmentionable.
Márquez’s Macondo And Gandhi, Still Undeciphered
The acts of breathing in and out become compositional devices—intervals through which rhythm and exhaustion surface as material conditions for speaking and being.
True longing alchemises us. As the experience of incompleteness eats into our innards, it births us, gradually, into a new wholeness. And one day, it would seem, we no longer see any conflict between earth and sky, now and forever. The divide has been healed. We are home. Elsewhere is right here.
This space which I want to create, unlike that of the real world, has to be open to possibilities, to dialogues, to alternate viewpoints, and defined by an underlying sense of respect.
Every once in a while, along comes a story that shakes our self-assurance, and forces us to reconsider humanity. If fantasy and science fiction offer alternative visions for humanity, they also warn of the pitfalls of going in the opposite direction.
Buland Masjid emerges as a paradoxical space where hunger is constant, yet food is abundant, making it a daily feast shaped by migrant lives, labour and remembered cuisines.
Imagination enables metamorphosis, and metamorphosis is what I’m after. Not just as a maker, but as a seeker, a spectator.
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