Drawing by theunavailablegeorgerosu

It started with a simple google search, as all searches are, for a movie. One about faith. But it led to an introspection, because serendipity strikes as it often does, when the words bubble to the surface.

The search was for blindness. It was meant to bring out a Polish…


Rothko’s chapel restoration, by Paul Hester. From here.

We do not really see people we love until we see them with a stranger’s eyes. And we do not really see ourselves fully until we see ourselves with a stranger’s eyes.

There is something you said and it stuck in my mind, like all those things memory keeps to…


Closeup of a tattoo. Mine. Temporary.

Last year I wrote about Wurtzel and how she inspired me to make a resolution of laughing and living and loving a lot. I guess I did, but in my own special way. I laughed, I lived (not just survived 2020, lived through it, enjoyed its minimalism and the rawness…


Martin Amis — The Zone of Interest (2014). Photo by me.

First, it was the Shift, then the Settling, then the Salve.

This year could have been the year of silence, of spin locking, of solitude. But it became more and more the year of the Self, of seeing yet again how I have changed, of accepting myself with all the…


As usual, I need to write different things. But I posted this on my social media, and somehow, the words wanted more. Greedy. So here it goes. More:

There is a strange energy. Like everything is askew. Conversations are strange, blurred and without flow. Like everyone is on a different…


Carrie Fisher, Ken Regan Archive, 1983
Actress Carrie Fisher is photographed in 1983 at home in Los Angeles, California. CREDIT MUST READ: Ken Regan/Camera 5 via Contour by Getty Images. (Photo by Ken Regan/Camera 5 via Contour by Getty Images)

In one of the stories that defined the last decade of my life, Ursula LeGuin talks about the ones who walk away. The ones leaving because they cannot stand the darkness that each happiness must carry for balance. The injustice. The impotence.

I return to texts in my mind and…


Rachael Talibart, Winner — Black + White Photographer of the Year 2018. Image from here.

You cannot catch the wind. It shifts air, it soothes warm nights and destroys, it brings signs of better days or weeks of isolation, it supports the birds’ flight and helps the trees sing. And yet, you cannot catch the wind. It has its own mind. It comes and goes…


There is an image that keeps popping in my head. Maybe I have read it, seen it in a movie. I cannot pinpoint it. But it is there.

A powerful genie. Bound. Gets his (or her) powers back in an instant surge. …


În ianuarie 1990 am împlinit 9 ani. Și m-am trezit aruncată într-o arenă din care nu am ieșit, alături de o generație ”de sacrificiu”. Ca un blestem a sunat asta.

În cei 30 de ani de atunci, am trecut de la uniformă la blugi, de la telefon cu disc la…


Josef Sudek. Blossom. 1968. From here.

Have you noticed? We are spending more time with people we love, we talk more, we read more, we work more, we have dinner at normal times and breakfast together and lunch that lasts, we nap, we watch movies and listen to opera. We notice things: the birds singing and…

Roxana Voicu Dorobantu

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