Author: iman

Crown of the Tree

Organizing workshops is one of my art practices. I set different workshops for different age groups. If they're older than sixteen, I encourage them to write. I talk about storytelling, creating characters, and I tell them all the benefits of writing letters to friends and

WiFi is out

It was the second month of winter. Cold, very snowy, rather dark, and pretty much blue. I'd been living in my art-residency for over a month by that point, and I was already used to my new surroundings, new home, and new routines. Every little

One More Glass of Water

It was a year ago that I finally decided to try a water-fast for myself, and experiment the practice of not eating anything for a few days. I was curious to see how it was to be empty on the inside. The plan was to keep my fast

Lazy Letter: Sunset from the Terrace

I saw you in my dream last night. You were standing far away from me in the middle of a blizzard. You were surrounded by other people that I knew in the dream, but in reality, those people don't even exist; they were supposedly our

Lazy Letter: Church Bells

We entered the church before midnight. The ceremony had already started when we got there, and we were the last ones. We certainly were an odd combination, and most definitely not fitting in: two non-believers, and a half-believer. The priest was giving his speech, of

Lazy Letter: Laughter and Joy

The mission was to explore downtown in only a few hours, it was a day trip after all. Hiten and I walked along the alleys, saw something in a corner or by the end of the path, so we'd switch directions. A satisfying lunch was

Olive Trees

The landscape is covered with olive trees, and huge farms of solar panels; great use for a sunny land like this. There are small forests here and there, and I see some empty lands as we pass by the road. The olive trees are full

Lazy Letter: Still Fire

It's cold, and I have no other choice but to put up with it. I keep telling myself that it will hopefully be a couple more months of winter, and then the spring will arrive. The voice in my head goes back to the last

Lazy Letter: The Hill, Again

 Naya said to me the other day that you need to make up activities for yourself in small towns and villages like this. That's true! We went out the other night to watch the meteor shower. Quite an activity, huh?! Guess where?! From up the