Tag: Travel

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Life Continues Without Us: The Stoppage of Time When We Travel

Whenever you go on a trip, whether the voyage constitutes a vacation or even work, you experience a certain suspension of time. You leave your normal everyday routine and find yourself unmoored from time, even if your family, friends, or co-workers accompany you on your journey. It’s a feeling that makes you forget what day it is. It’s a feeling that detethers you from … Read More Life Continues Without Us: The Stoppage of Time When We Travel

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We Must Speak Out Now, Not When It Becomes Acceptable

A few weeks ago, I was on a flight back to Atlanta from a trip to Mexico. Right before we landed, a storm popped up over the Atlanta airport, causing us to go into a holding pattern, and then another holding pattern, and eventually, since the storm did not let up, to make a detour to Savannah, about an hour away by air. The … Read More We Must Speak Out Now, Not When It Becomes Acceptable

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“What do these people want with us?”: Tourism in Abdulrazak Gurnah’s “Theft”

When the semester ended, I went to the library to find a few books to read at the start of the summer break before I turned my attention to some projects that I need to complete over the next few months. While there, I picked up Annie Ernaux’s Shame, J.M. Coetzee’s The Pole, Han Kang’s Greek Lessons, and Abdulrazak Gurnah’s Theft. For a few … Read More “What do these people want with us?”: Tourism in Abdulrazak Gurnah’s “Theft”

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How Transactional Relationships Harm Intimacy

Over the past few months, I constantly walked by Kristen Ghodsee’s Why Women Have Better Sex Under Socialism: And Other Arguments for Economic Independence on the shelf at my library. I would pick it up, periodically, and flip through it, telling myself I’d check it out one day and read it. I finally checked it out last week and read it. Ghodsee lays her argument outset when … Read More How Transactional Relationships Harm Intimacy

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The Importance of Roaming

When I was younger, I’d hope on my bike and ride around the neighborhood, going to the mall to play video games in the arcade or to the sports complex to play baseball or to the junior high to play basketball. I’d ride my bike through neighborhoods, my Walkman blaring Nirvana or Soundgarden or Stone Temple Pilots. I’d just roam, no set direction, no … Read More The Importance of Roaming