Berlin A hard Diwali. In February, I was completely prepared for the long haul. By November, I had turned into a floppy balloon floating on water.
Berlin A month of shadows I slacked and moped around, whined about being creatively blocked, and emotionally drained. June was a month of shadows.
Berlin Thursday I breathed fire. I revered the sun. I wore my passion in my heart, and swore my life to my art. I danced to the tune of cackling embers.