Category Archives: WORDS

Reborn

When I think about my adolescent self – I always go back to these times, perhaps because it was when I began to discover who I was – It feels like the life of another. The woman that appears there in my memory seems fake. It’s not me, although it was.

#SummerStories: Are franchises temples?

It has been 17 minutes since he has not stepped on the pedal. He decides to turn on the radio. -A lost cow that allegedly, has fallen from a truck has caused traffic jam in the southeast …- The traffic report reveals the trigger of this unusual chaos.

#SummerStories: The Usual

The door opens allowing steam to escape into the icy night. A normal man enters. You couldn’t get more average than this guy. He’s bursting with mediocrity. Every detail is so common it’s as if society created him. It’s more than a pattern; it’s the ultimate pattern.

#SummerStories: Weak Sleek Bodies pt. 2

Stephen discovered Amazon Prime while he was in engineering school. For the first two weeks of class, he didn’t even get around to buying a blanket and sheets to cover the bed in his dorm room. He used a rolled up jacket as a pillow, and slept directly on the plastic mattress cover.

#SummerStories: Taking part in someone else’s nightmare

Being on a speedboat makes me feel alive. Feeling the wind on my skin, having the occasional spray of sea water that gives my whole body goosebumps. But when the sun goes down, things are different. I’m always up for a challenge, but the wind is picking up, and we somehow have to get home. Hoping for the best, we set out on the dark sea, led only by the moonlight.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

This text is a documentation of Place Interminable, a week-long durational performance by Falak Vasa (me) in collaboration with the Chicago-based curatorial collective Potluck Salon comprising Lara Schoorl and Zeenat Nagree (us).

A party scene

“I’m walking through an exhibition. There’s a computer screen on a desk showing a live stream of a party, resembling the Boiler Room performances I’ve seen on YouTube. I put the headphones on and watch the DJ play a dark techno set. Behind her, a

The Spaces in between

Neverleavetheclouds People keep wondering about the meaning of the name of this little blog I run. Great suggestions have come up – this way I learned of “The Game”, a semi-legal craze lived to the fullest by a bunch of nerd kids who have managed