The moment I get a call from my father, I consciously calm down my senses, not to let free of my anger. The premeditation arises from the...

In his world: I already sensed that my patience would wear off one day or another. And he stroked my visible embers, which ignited the...

A city sprawls with vignettes of hues, absorbing the palette of people’s lives it contains. But which shade engross us in the portrait?...