THRU Magazine ArchiveVicky grew up in a family of humanitarian aid workers. Living in more than 20 countries around the world made her a believer in the strangeness of life and the common complexity of the human heart. Never having been blessed with a gift for languages, she focused on the three most important words in every tongue: “It wasn’t me.”
Death as Concept, Death as Survival, Death as Distant Reality. The first time I became aware of the concept of death was from the tag on a hair dryer. “Warn children about the danger of death from electrocution,” it read, under a cute rendering of a bathtub with lightning bolts all around it. As long-haired […]
The first time I met Juliet she was wearing a tutu and a gorilla mask that covered her face entirely. She had wandered over to my campsite, drawn there by the heady smell of hash and the steamy jungle beats I had been throwing into the night air. She accepted the pipe without saying a word, […]