I don’t have answers. I have provocations.
My advocacy unfolds and expands without embracing a certain set of answers. It might be easier to settle with a single belief, rather than to accept that there might not be answers.
Defeated (by) academia
After submitting my dissertation, and now having to wait for yet another approval – I’m more keen to ask myself, how much more seeking for approval am I able to take? The past four years, I’ve felt defeated by the system which I never thought I’d feel welcome enough to take my guard down. I’ve…
Bayanihan
This is a piece of gratitude to the people who held me, who saw me, who walked with me throughout the last four years. Words are not enough to express how grateful I am to be surrounded by a community who dreamed of a world otherwise – a world nurtured by hope, by an economy…
The Pile
Our lives are expressed through words, through vocabularies that were handed over to us. Yet in our silent moments, we sit with a lingering yearning for worlds and words otherwise. So, we imagine. We create new imaginaries, spaces, and rules where perhaps humanity is more than a color or a belief system. Yet, as we…
red floods
red floods is a story inspired by conversations on aspiring to be an academic in a colonial world, where the only currency is a good, fancy, well-kept presentation of the day-to-day mess and contradictions we live in, where reimagining futures are still somehow confined within the colonial dream. Come to the Tower and see, red…
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