FUTURE IMAGININGS: ‘REVIEW OF THE 37TH UFD CONFERENCE (NEW LAGOS), 2057’
*This is a fictitious conference review that emerged from a Heritage as Placemaking team discussion on decolonisation from the vantage point of various disciplinary backgrounds. As a creative experiment, we envisaged a future conference taking place in 2057, when decolonisation as an ongoing process might…
Heritage as Placemaking – Thirangie Jayatilake
Thirangie Jayatilake, MA, is a writer, editor, and storyteller. She has an undergraduate degree in literature and creative writing with a minor in mathematics from New York University and a master’s degree in creative writing, publishing, and editing from the University of Melbourne. She has…
International Institute for Asian Studies – NL 90
Originally appears in the International Institute for Asian Studies, The Newsletter, No. 90
Where were you?
Where were you when the apocalypse started? At least zombies are visible Corona is silent. They say the world came to a halt, It didn’t. It continued on cracked waves, jolting and spilling, creaking towards its ports but sometimes got abandoned. Everyone became poorer except…
Chatting About Our Latest Book with Author Jacinta Dietrich
He used to smell like laundry detergent. Even with cologne, you could smell him underneath. Always the same smell. I would nuzzle my face into his chest and breathe it in. They didn’t tell me his smell would change. Ella and Theo have just said…
My Year of Zoom and Isolations
I sat at my desk at home in Sri Lanka and stared into the black Zoom interface that read: ‘Please wait, the host will let you in soon.’ It was the last time I would feel those “first day of class” nerves, and I hoped…
Nihal Perera on Social Production of Space
TAP’s Thirangie Jayatilake met up with Nihal Perera in Colombo on 15 July 2020 to talk about his book Decolonizing Ceylon (OUP, 1999), especially its upcoming Sinhala translation and his ventures in the study of social space. As a young architecture student, a core question that piqued…
Washington Square Park
Last Spring I walked through Washington Square Park and the benches had almost reached full capacity. I pass by the saxophone player at the base of the statue, pink blossoming around him, intercepted with fresh light green buds, The guy walking around with a free…
Urumuri Rutazima
Urumuri rutazima. We ignite that candle. Every year. April. Never let it fade. Because hope is stronger than darkness. Because light is where we move to. A 100 days. A million graves. Because I watched my father, my mother, my sister, my brother, my child…