The Fiction of truth, the truth of fiction

Scroll down to find out what I think this decade is about. *** Happy new decade, everyone! We will phase out #fossil fuel in 2020-2030. 2020-2030: More room for greenery, flora and fauna; less room for billionaire #CEOs and TNCs. I hope this #decade also becomes the decade when the world stops loving big #corporations . 2020-2030: The decade of #solar energy. Lithium batteries, molecular solar thermal storage, solar panels that can be pasted like stickers or unfold like flowers...!   2020-2030: The decade of #rewilding . 2020-2030: The Decade of #Natural #Agriculture . No more tons of #glyphosate dessicating millions of acres of lands and setting off apocalyptic fires as in Canada and Australia. 2020-2030: The decade in which people start to question whether #technology is eating their brains for lunch. #surveillance #techfascism   2020-2030: The decade of living #harmoniously with #nature . 2020-2030: The decade of #pea...

Published in Emanations, November 2018 I stood at the window of the hotel for a long time, staring at the full moon. I was in Yangon!  The unreality of the moment was breathtaking. How does a woman from Kathmandu find herself alone in Yangon, traveling across South East Asia, with the express purpose to write a book? The statistical impossibility of such an event made me pause. If I had been an European or American traveler, I may have seen that moment as a little adventurous, perhaps exciting, but nothing too much of the ordinary. After all, people like me would have done it a thousand times before. Almost all documented explorers, travelers and travel writers are white males (and sometimes females), and thousands, perhaps millions, of them travel to Yangon all the time. A man from my well-educated Brahmin community could find himself in Yangon, and perceive it as a little out of the normal course of the path of achievement prescribed for him, but nothing drastically out...