There is something infinitely sorrowful in cruising above the cradle region of the Early Cities. There is something deeply woeful in flying across the part of the world that gave birth to the first conurbations resembling―even as distant ancestors―the cities we inhabit today…

Take a look at the talking heads on your TV — or perhaps your twitter feed, your FB timeline, whatever your preference for getting your news dose these days. Then try and match this to the world out there, to the events that shape the…

I read John Berger―no. I read over John Berger. No, not even that, not quite. I slowly scan through the pages and investigate his words, returning to favourite passages and devouring new ones. I try to find what it is that makes these such a pleasure to read. I come to realise it is not the use of words…

It is only too easy to be caught into the hustle and bustle of updates on the unfolding crisis: to be dragged into closely following minute-by-minute trackers from one “crucial summit” after another, in reading into a country’s swagging around, into demands raised and dropped…