Eliza Campbell

We drank tiny white cups of Arabic coffee.

I tried to follow their conversation, sloppily trying to explain my work, how I’m doing.

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Mind well and truly blown

editors' selections from last week's Popula.

“We’ve been psyop-ed with a rusty knife.”

I think about leaving Belgrade a lot, but doubt I will. I am pretty sure I have Stockholm syndrome.

The Abode of Imperfection

This week's Tempo concerns the beauty in the sadness.