(Versión en español más abajo). Recently, reading and talking with my friend @emiliorios, I kept thinking about an idea that seems simple... but it is not so simple: hope can save us... or condemn us.

The first time Adaobi thought deeply about the word receipt, she was standing in front of a small kiosk in Ojuelegba, clutching a nylon bag filled with rice, sardines, detergent, and a loaf of bread already

A few weeks ago, I took a walk that ended up being longer than usual. It wasn't planned, just happened. Something was just weighing on me that day. I’d cleared my desk, and nothing else was calling for

Repetition breeds observation; every walk to class is a new frame.