At eleven, the cinema was the only place where we could truly vanish. Not from the world – from ourselves. Darkness had a peculiar weight back then, a kind of layered significance. There were days when we rushed out of the 3:30 screening straight into another cinema for the 5:45,… Read More
It was April 1986. Springtime. The year that changed my life. I won a math competition, got accepted to the math program at a prestigious elite high school, and was even well-liked at school. By then, I’d had some fantastic concert experiences: I’d seen P. Mobil, Iron Maiden, and Depeche… Read More
I’ve always loved literature. This is, of course, a risky statement, because people who say that tend to have something a bit off about them. And yes, something is off. With me, at least. You see, I loved it for exactly the reason people usually mock: I loved imagining “the… Read More