Colours of Marrakech There is something fascinating about the way the Moroccan sky meets the ochre silhouettes of Marrakech’s buildings. As the placement of the sun changes during the day, the intensity of the contrast changes too. My favourite contrast-time was the early afternoon on days when the sun shone bright and soft clouds made the sky look…
The Way We Move
The Way We Move (1) Have you ever wondered who inspires the people who inspire you? When I think about inspiration, my friend, Daryle Locko comes to mind. This article is about him. Daryle radiates creativity, for anyone and anything has the power to inspire him. When he sees a beautiful leaf or overhears a…
BE RIGHT BACK
By Luis Garcia Camels at a local safari camp in the UAE are taking a break from carrying people all day. While camel riding itself is not inherently unethical, many camels in the region endure much stress as they are forced in unfavourable conditions despite having to deal with hordes of tourists eager…
Reciting Society
By Wiktoria Pawlak A human who wanted to live in a safe reality created a superior structure that we now call a society led by specific laws, about which not only Fussel in ‘Uniforms’ speak but also Rousseau in ‘Social Contract’ and Gombrowicz in ‘Ferdydurkę.’ Uniforms aren’t just particular to the military. Each of us…
Male Friendship
By Heleen Vanagt We come across many friendships in life. Some of them come very naturally to us and others take a bit of effort. Girls compliment each other while drunk in a bathroom and are suddenly besties. Guys talk once for two minutes and can bro out for the rest of their lives. Solidifying…
Your Mind – a Playground
I have put myself behind these metal bars, the keys nowhere to be found. Some labels and social constructs checking in on me on the daily: “I see, you’re still trapped.” I remember putting my mom’s sanitary pads to my knees and sliding down the hallway. Where did that person go? (Actually, probably a good…
What Salmon Teaches Us about Connection
By Friederike Uebel Another week of pondering on the impermanence of life and the interconnectedness of all things goes by. Through life’s up and down’s I find peace in this knowing. Trusting that there still are more interwoven relationships keeping another in check, than we are collectively destroying. I am thinking of how silly…
The Solution is Mushrooms
By Friederike Uebel Seriously my thought 20% of the day and hey, I confess, it spilled out more often than I wanted throughout the last 6 weeks of the Engineering Project 1. When I reveal my love for mushrooms, I am used to encountering some ignorance and stereotyping at least 4 out of 10 times….
Wildflower
by Boudica Gast Wildflower – there are wild things around you a tangle of thistles and a web of thorns now you can’t go outside, like the gloom-monger warns well, what do you know? now you can’t get your space to grow between the growing gloom of the claws and the fangs of the…
Quartered
Boudica Gast One two three four. Off you peel some more – strips and stripped, and I’m stretched naked across your scorching Framework spears splinters into my flesh. Below A bellyless pit, boundlessly slender, and I can’t stand! – to see you To smell and summon and receive your charade. One two three four. Flaky,…
The Floods of 1953
By Boudica Gast On the 1st of February, Zeeland remembered the Watersnoodramp (‘flood disaster’) of 1953, which reduced many villages to nothing and killed more than 1800 people. Sadly, I noticed that not much attention was given to this tragedy at UCR. I think it’s important that we understand how devastating these floods were to…
The Life of a Tree, as Told in Pictures
By Boudica Gast Trees are like phoenixes. They die in autumn to reincarnate in spring. There is a tree outside my window that, as every other tree, sheds its leaves. I took the first picture because the lighting coming from the sunset was pretty. A few weeks later, I took the second picture- I think…
Cold Water
By Boudica Gast I wrote a poem the other day on the occasion of me and my friend sitting hungover like a pair of idiots on the pavement in the rain. Elliott was just in front of us, yet we didn’t get up and find shelter there. We stayed just where we were, cold…
On Autumn
by Boudica Gast Autumn has recently arrived, and it’s heralding its own advent with deteriorating weather, balding trees, and shorter days. Some people welcome the change, others would rather immigrate to an island in the Caribbean (I’m 100% Team Tropics). Inevitable as it is, the third season of the year has always been a vague…