Author: Felix Morara
Frick-ing awesome: Going to the upside down
A wonderful tryst with the Frick Collection
Grit and Glitter
Jokes! Barbie! I got a wig for the thing, so then I sat down and started wondering just what about pop culture had possessed me so thoroughly that I’d get a pink wig to go see a movie. I own this thing now. I’m a pink wig owner. What’s that about? The little I know…
Soaring through Hyrule
I’ve spent every spare second for a few weeks playing Tears of the Kingdom, the latest instalment in an impressive effort in interactive storytelling. Few gaming franchises have cultivated and inspired such a passionate following as The Legend of Zelda, yet TOTK goes far beyond anything I’ve seen before more generally in open-world gaming. I tried playing Breath of…
Finding loss
Loss is wine. It is a bitter and sour flavour that lingers on the tongue, with an underlying savoury sweetness. Loss is a painting; it is a chaotic and disorganized mess of colours and shapes, beautiful in its own unique way. Loss is a song; it is a sorrowful melody of comfort and sadness. Loss…
Pining for a God
When I was younger, Friday nights were filled with divine silence. My family became less and less religious as I grew up for some reason, so it is the earlier days that are filled with the kind of memories I am thinking of. I too, young and impressionable, was filled with a God that emptied…
Bloody Kente
Bloody Kente is bloody black solid and strong and old rivers sometimes lead home and sometimes far far away a spring feeding the earth birthing bloody green like bloody kente. mother, my Kente is bloody blue like the evening sun sky with streaks of dark and bloody orange on my bloody kente. the middle of the day…
I know my shapes
I haven’t had time to write these past few weeks so I thought I’d string together a few thoughts about a few things and just let them sit here filling the space I would have instead. I’m thinking about five things because that is a good number, and since I am forcing words to sit…