“Maybe it’s right. Maybe we have abandoned the path. For we no longer hear what morning tells us, what summer tells us, what our hearts tell us,” — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“On the day I lose my phone, I decide to live à la Ladakh: write a letter on paper, go to the post office,… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“He keeps silent for several seasons. In my mind, hundreds of questions that I don’t ask. Instead, I go to Machu Picchu, explore the… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“Dropping unused clothes in the charity box, I think of the Tibetan children in tattered clothes with clear eyes. Do we need fancy clothes… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“I go to India. I go to the land of the people who say their own words and believe in their own gods. Worrying… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“When universes disappear every minute, when I go back to silence.” — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“Passing by, the wind reads a gravestone: Here lies the free soul who was never tamed or caged or defined by a name, who… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“Like the yaks that never leave their Himalayan homeland, wolves stay in the forest, the feral forest. People who became dogs only remember the… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
“Maybe it’s right. Maybe we have abandoned the path. For we no longer hear what morning tells us, what summer tells us, what our… — Alexandria Ryu Copy Share Image
