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The Dream Man

Left is my current journal, ready to set on November 30th. Right is my next year’s fresh start. I am more than ready. First day of the last month of…

The Hella Day

Day to night. I can’t believe I’ve never taken photos of this style before, considering how insane I am over shoes. I woke up at 7.30 like a woman after…

The Pilgrimage Home

This is where I spent the better part of my morning. Behind that ‘tree’ are speakers and Dulles was playing some worthy chill jams. I removed my Malcolm button because…

The Wrap-Up

They attach orchids to tree-trunks, so trunks are covered in blossoms. That’s the image you’re seeing above. Very few people smoke, and the ones who do stand-out. Mistress culture is…

The Last Supper

My airline just informed me that my return flight time will now be approximately 27 hours from door to door, starting at 5.30pm São Paulo time tomorrow evening. That’s longer…

The Ethnic Beauty

This little bunny was fascinated by the dog, and she killed me when she began dancing. (Photos taken with permission from her poppa.) São Paulo is an entirely different creature…

The Wealth

We spent the day winding our way through a terribly fun vintage market in the Pinheiros hood, before I got to ogle the unreal graffiti in the Beco do Batman…

The Flying

This was Nathalie and Brian’s birthday gift to me – the enjoyment of flying, and I…well…I was OVER THE MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was at the very end, when Lucas and me…

The Flora

  Do flowers give off a stronger scent when it’s their ‘mating’ season, or is there no specific time for pollination? Can anyone give me a little information about how…

The Cosmetic And The Cosmic

As already mentioned, cosmetic surgery might be as popular here as it is in the Middle East. Blown up mouths, tits, and asses. A hyper-pornification of the female body is…

The Favela Hike

The mountain we were invited to hike is Dois Irmãos, and it is both high and particularly steep. I am terrified of heights. I stop breathing. I might start crying….

The Girl In Ipanema

This is the happiness Rio de Janeiro has brought to my welted face. BUT FIRST, BEHOLD – Welcome to Rio, friends. This is Mauricio. Born and raised in Miami, who…

The Transition

We went from the above, to the following – And then to this sunset – It was our  last day on the island. We have one night in Salvador, a…

The Adventure Trek

Either we lounged, or we went on an adventure trek from the blue dot to the red dot, a mix of swimming and walking through the jungle. We decided on…

The Flatlands

We spent near five hours walking along the coastline from our beach to the public beaches and this island’s downtown core. Mollusks everywhere. Oil spill in certain areas, a heartbreaking…

The Welcome Back-Rub

  We were complete strangers, and none of them spoke English. The woman on my left kept rubbing my back every little while, and the woman on my right kept…

The 45th

I was built for the tropics. My body feels at home here, and so does my hair. Brazil has given me proper hair envy, however; everyone here has a stunning…

The Historical City

Sleep deprived, and two movies later, I landed in Sao Paolo, where Natty and Brian collected me before we made our way up North to here, Salvador (the city whose…

The Wing-Woman

Whenever I see one of these towers, my mind instantly breaks to Maverick’s flybys. Top Gun is such a favourite, possibly even in second place to John Wick. Feeling much…

The Sickness

My succulents have grown. When I first repotted them, they barely took up any room, and now I am hoping that by next summer, I will need to repot them…

The Vote

This, for me, is one of the sexier photos I’ll post. Though I believe that our electoral system is in need of reform, I exercise this right so that I…

The Pyjamas

There are few people to whose homes I will go in pyjamas; Poppy is one of them. Being the sicko that I am, I was worried I’d have to cancel,…

The Bottega

bottega noun bot·​te·​ga | \ bōˈtāgə, bəˈ-\ : the studio or workshop of a major artist in which other artists may participate in the execution of the projects or commissions…

The Letter Written

Letter writing and postcard sending are still my two preferred means of communication. Since at least a decade, I have only written letters on onionskin paper, because it reminds me…

The Innocence

They wanted to go to the movies, but I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in giving my money to The Joker. Instead, and since we wanted momma to join…

The Dream

We were talking about something, the subject matter he couldn’t recall, only that he walked away from me feeling as though whatever it was that I had said had made…

The Secrets Trading

I took this photo right after I finished playing with some toys. Once again, I am 6 years old promising myself I will buy all of them as soon as…

The Maha Whisperer

I was standing at the phone booth panicked about calling a boy. I looked over and saw her sat at the entrance of Oliver’s, the primary University pub. We had…

The Grades Making

The combination of coffee, books, and writing are a home comfort. They are my soul food. Sitting in a coffee shop is where I recover from most things in my…

The Six

Omar was so excited to get to the CN Tower, that we went there in the weird fuzzy rain that feels as though the clouds are spitting on the city…

The Fall Colours

Few countries match a Canadian autumn in its beauty. Ramrooma’s only wish when coming here was to see all of our colours; though still freshly changing, Ottawa and the Gatineaus…

The Finito

The exams are over. Truth told, I’m not sure why I bothered studying, since nothing I studied (which was all of the prep they say you need to do for…

The Rolling Monday

Tomorrow’s the big day, fam. Please send some prayers up His way for your girl / ask the Universe to hold me together and get me to deliver. I need…

The Hopeful Romantic

It’s rare that this one gets sappy, but once in a while, she will surprise me. Like earlier today, when she sent me a beautiful and hope-filled few words that…

The Clown(s)

My family’s in Montreal until tomorrow, and The Cloud Cave is so quiet without them. Sad emoji. (They sent me this lovely image from the Old Port. I can’t wait…

The Fluffy Whites

This is the best photo I was able to capture of Omar. Like a proper crack-head, he was far too excited(ly) watching the kitchen crew work their magic. At one…

The Gazawi Figs

I am the small potatoe held by my matrilineal grandfather, this photo of us in Occupied Gaza. Please notice how my yellow socks match my yellow top, and how happy…

The Company We Keep

During lunch, I went to one of my favourite bookstores in search of Le Petit Prince in French. Instead, I found this treasure which I have read neither in French…

The Dancing Reflection

She really loves him. So much, that she keeps telling Reem and I to stop talking so that he might do so. Right in the middle of his monologue. Hi…

The 800 Square Feet Of Love

My friends seem to think so. Y’all know about The February Sitch and that momma has been living with me since. They have yet to begin work on her home…