(Reading Time: [est_time]) Why am I taking all these photos? For memories? Just so I can look at them and remember the trips? Why not just be in the moment? By attempting to capture it forever, am I missing the actual thing? Or am I subconsciously mucking
Reading Time: [est_time] When I first learned about the history of Yugoslavia—I couldn't wrap my head around it. How could a country break up, dissolve and disappear? I mean, it's there, it's on the map, it's a piece of tangible land! But the puzzle slipped my
Reading Time: [est_time] "Everyone here is fucking crazy. But they mind their own business and leave you alone," says Antonio, a Milanese who's been living in Palermo for the past 15 years. I concur with Antonio. Palermo is a wild, obnoxious and seductive city; for all
