Two weeks ago, Kathmandu’s streets turned once again into a battleground between those asserting power and those challenging it. This time, Newar activists and homeowners went up against the might of the burgeoning neoliberal state.
There is perhaps no other activity that is as decidedly human as the obsession over the passage of time, pigeon-holed into days and months and years. No animal marks time so stringently as the human, to paraphrase Mitch Albom.
The story of space begins with the bed. For, that rectangle is the place where everyone spends most of their lives. One-third of life spent sleeping, lying comatose, eyes closed, transported into a realm few understand.
In Copenhagen, the skies are perpetually black, and the rain is incessant. Each moment that the clouds part and the sun peeks through feels heaven-sent. In this dark, dank city, it is easy to feel depressive and despondent.