Walk into an Indian grocery in Amsterdam, a Bulgarian butcher sh

Walk into an Indian grocery in Amsterdam, a Bulgarian butcher shop in Brussels, or a Russian corner store in Rotterdam, and the first thing you’ll notice isn’t just the food—it’s the atmosphere of alternative belonging.

Still Waiting with Matt Dillon: A Meditation on Cities, Time, and the Spaces In Between

A bus stop, a faded film poster, and two strangers caught in quiet parallel. This piece explores how urban spaces hold onto forgotten faces and generational silence—where waiting becomes a form of memory, and a smiling 2004 Matt Dillon becomes an accidental witness to time.

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City, a lone figure wandered through narrow alleyways

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Wandered through narrow alleyways neath the neon glow of the city, a lone figure wandered through narrow alleyways

neath the neon glow of the city, a lone figure wandered through narrow alleyways

The Supermarket Is the New Embassy: How diaspora food stores became Europe’s most honest political spaces

Walk into an Indian grocery in Amsterdam, a Bulgarian butcher shop in Brussels, or a Russian corner store in Rotterdam, and the first thing you’ll notice isn’t just the food—it’s the atmosphere of alternative belonging.

The air was thick with the scent of rain and distant street food stalls, a mixture of oil, spice, and

The air was thick with the scent of rain and distant street food stalls, a mixture of oil, spice, andThe air was thick with the scent of rain and distant street food stalls, a mixture of oil, spice, and

The air was thick with the scent of rain and distant street food stalls, a mixture of oil, spice, and

The air was thick with the scent of rain and distant street food stalls, a mixture of oil, spice, and something vaguely metallic. Somewhere in the distance, a radio played an old jazz tune