This summer, I studied abroad for 3 months in Prague, Czech Republic. I knew I wanted to do this program before I even started my freshman year at the University of Michigan, so this was really exciting for me.
Sometimes I think about what we actually hold in our heads. What are we thinking about that is substantial? How are we processing the lives we lead? What do we open up to others for everyone to peer into? We wear the stains of life on our whole body. There’s nothing to hide.
When I walked out of the Jackson Heights subway station in Queens, I could have been walking out of a metro station in Delhi or Mumbai or Chennai. Everyone around me was Brown, storefronts all around selling samosas, chaat and chai. It felt like home.
There’s a space between space and time that you’ve managed to reside in. A grey area that should have slipped through the cracks. But, you’ve managed to maneuver adhesive after adhesive into what was once shattered. This space between space and time used to seem endless.