How do you make friends when you’re living alone in a strange, big city?
We all know that violence in films desensitises people to violence in real life, but what about romantic comedies?
1.027 billion people, living in 0.3 foot crammed spaces, longing for personal space.
Perhaps, this summer is going to be one of self-re-discovery. Perhaps, I could love the city after all.
I am at the stage in life where everything seems as black and white as Jim Jarmusch’s face.
Perfect is a word most people are afraid to use because of its, well, ‘perfect’ connotations.
In my country, summer is the season when possibility often trumps over probability.
Does a person’s salary determine their value, their importance, their ability to contribute, to give and take from life?