Tippy dreams of one day changing the world, but still has to figure out how to exactly. She likes words and its capacity to invoke great emotion in people. On this silly little blog she chronicles travel, music, food, advocacy, pretentious things like books, film & art, and of course everyday life.
Ali finished work early yesterday, so dropped into the cafe on his way home. He had come to show me a copy of the local Turkish newspaper which had done a little story about us, accompanied by nine photos of him. We were both quite proud, so decided to ask my colleague Ed to take a photo of us together.
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me … I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It’s small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself.