Sasha

Sasha had frizzy platinum blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a Slavic demeanour that left her with an aura of stubborn self-reliance, a coldness that put many first-timers off. There was a romance about her, though, and her dreary Soviet town, her fuzzy green 80s sweaters, the commie-blocks and the Brutalist architecture of her native Volgograd.Continue reading “Sasha”

Half Awake in a Fake Empire

Freedom, Natality, and the Loss of the World in Hannah Arendt’s America The United States of America is not merely a sovereign state, but a political and affective project bound to a specific promise of freedom, action, and the immutable experience of wonder. In the final lines of The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald glimpsesContinue reading “Half Awake in a Fake Empire”

Waiting and Departing

In the southwest corner of Saskatchewan, there exists a rural municipality known to Statistics Canada as Reno No. 51. It lies six hours south of my hometown, Calgary, which, in the vast expanse of the Canadian Prairies, is but a short jog away. Neither is it particularly far away from the various population centres inContinue reading “Waiting and Departing”