Journal

  • Monday, 8th of September

    Amsterdam is dark now. I am sitting in my balcony, which overlooks the still-green huddled canopies of towering birch trees, and through the thin cracks of my wooded railings, I see the shimmering glow of the full September moon reflected upon the river’s murky water. Tomorrow, I begin my second year of university. I ponder…


  • Athen’s on Film

    Something about this view itches rightly at my brain. The luscious greens, the grass with its yellows, the shade of the fruit-filled canopies inviting you to lay your head upon its fresh coolness and take a sweet, fig induced nap, and the looming hill standing guard in the nearby distance. It is a place I…