Dear Yuri, This feels strange. It feels strange that, strange is the new normal and normal seems to be a strange concept. Endless days of the same...
Dear Yuri, I feel guilty really. The world is being torn apart and I am actually having a lovely fucking time. Does that make me a bad person? Or...
Dear Yuri, When I open my window and see the world; I believe that we are able to change it if we want to. I can imagine the world is peace, that...
Dear Yuri, Looking out of my window I think about the pupils I teach. I worry about those who have difficult lives and dread holidays of only a week...
Dear Yuri, Towards evening, black clouds mottle Mumbai’s summer sky; an indicator the monsoon is on its way. As the sun begins its descent into...
The stillness is alien to me but simply peaceful and the slowness is allowing me to focus on things I would never have had time for. Leigh-Anne...
Dear Yuri, I’m getting to know my street that sign, for example, tilted at a sympathetic angle and the way the parked cars strain towards the passing...
Dear Yuri, I like lying in my empty bath. Letting the water drain out like a music video. It had been a while since I’d proper cried. Watching the...