Two Chairs and Some Tape
The hall wasn’t built for listening. Lights buzzed, the door thumped every time someone forgot to catch it, and a line curled past a dusty
September 23, 2025
The hall wasn’t built for listening. Lights buzzed, the door thumped every time someone forgot to catch it, and a line curled past a dusty
This one started with a screenshot and a groan. A friend had written a long email to an admissions address about recognising her degree for
My phone buzzed a little after eight. A friend sent a picture from a university corridor: a paper ticket with 47 on it, fluorescent lights
I didn’t work on HOPES–Madad. I met it sideways: friends came home from busy offices with stamped pages and short lists that moved their week forward.
I didn’t work on HOPES–Madad. I heard about it the way most good things travel, at kitchen tables and on late buses. Friends came home