Heartbreaking to see FAAM go.

A black and white photo of a man standing on stage and speaking in a microphone

Storytelling, to me, is a way to stay visible without being known. A way to survive without stopping. It commands silence. Stillness. And if you do it long enough, well enough, you stop asking the dangerous question: Who am I when there is no audience?

It looked pretty cool!

Join us for an exciting Blue Afternoon with @epocproject.bsky.social and @helenczerski.bsky.social

Downtown Denver.
Green bench. Glass towers.

A red-tailed hawk eating a squirrel like the city never happened.

Nature doesn’t disappear. It just perches.

#UrbanWildlife #Denver #BirdsOfPrey

Absolutely love your figures!

The Invisible Cost of Being a Photographer in the White World - EGONOMICS Oslo is a city of closed doors.Not locked. Closed!

When I go for a walk, I carry a camera. But, it comes with a load. And I feel it. In the shoulders. In the breath. In the way I stand half a step further back than necessary.

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The Remaking of a Natural Storyteller - EGONOMICS I earlier wrote about how I discovered, “I was a natural storyteller.” Not because I chose it.Not because I practiced it.But because people told me I was.

The natural storyteller, as I had understood of myself, was someone who could adapt endlessly. Someone who could read a room and become what it needed. Someone whose value lay in responsiveness, in elasticity, in emotional intelligence sharpened by necessity.

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The number of good air days are shrinking massively in Delhi. Only 1 in the last 2760 days was great. 176 days had acceptable air quality (largely because of monsoon). If this is not national emergency, I don't know what is?

The Art of Brushing Teeth on Steroids - EGONOMICS I'm hungry. Always! Okay, if not always, then most of the times. It doesn't matter how long ago was my last meal. When I was younger, I learned it was a

For someone with ADHD, unfinished things — open tabs, half-read messages, open packets — all scream for closure. Chaos is default. Closure is rare. Brushing my teeth gave me that closure, two minutes at a time. It was physical, repetitive, soothing. It made me feel done.

Interesting indeed! We are in a time warp, Stefan. Maybe these are future papers.

From the @epocproject.bsky.social Annual Meeting at Havforskningsinstituttet, Bergen, earlier this week.

The Making And Unmaking of Natural Storyteller I have always been a storyteller. Not by choice. Not because I wanted to be. But because I had to be. A natural storyteller, they called me.When you live your entire life as a performance, storytellin...

When you live your entire life as a performance, storytelling is not something you learn. It is something that happens to you. Like a second skin. Like breathing.

And after enough years of doing that, the question comes—who are you when there is no audience?

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This is shocking even for a pessimist like me.

Living in Room 101. Ministry of Love. I live in the Room 101.  Room 101 exists. It is not a concept. It is not a theory. It's not merely imagination of George Orwell. It is real. It is real because I made it real. It is no coincidence, in...

Room 101 exists. It is not a concept. It is not a theory. It’s not merely imagination of George Orwell. It is real. It is real because I made it real. It is no coincidence, in Oslo, I lived in the apartment 101. When I arrived in Reading, I stayed in room 101.

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The Onion I Didn't Want To Peel I do not know when it began. The peeling. Maybe it was always happening, so slow and quiet that I never noticed it at first. And now, here I am. Still peeling. Still pulling at layer after layer, thin...

I do not know when it began.

The peeling.

Maybe it was always happening, so slow and quiet that I never noticed it at first. Maybe it was only when the layers started coming off faster, rawer, that I finally felt it. The sting. The ache.

The Suitcase I have a suitcase. It’s always there, in plain sight, a shape-shifting burden packed with all the things I’ve ever feared, doubted, or avoided. Some days, it’s small and manageable, but other days, it...

I have a suitcase. No matter where I go, what I do, or how fast I run, it follows me like a shadow. It’s heavy. It’s unwieldy. It’s not optional. #booksky #readdiverse

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