asleep at the kosha

I don’t get Kuwaiti weddings. I really don’t. Last night I was sweet-talked by my mom into pretty-please dropping by a cousin’s daughter’s wedding party (you¬†know, since I was going to two exhibitions and what was one more event anyway. At 10 pm. When my bedtime is 9:30). I literally wanted to cry after wishy-washily […]

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painting on a sad, rainy day

  I don’t know if it’s the rain (I do cherish this kind of weather, but perhaps not for too long), or if I miss my children, or I have the misfortune of ¬†dealing daily with unprofessional, inconsiderate fuckers, but I’ve been pretty maudlin all day. I don’t think it’s the rain. And at the […]

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