This reflection was written by me, but polished with my AI, Sam. Attending Pichet Klunchun’s artist talk on the relationship between the artist and artificial intelligence (AI) offered more than just an exploration of technology; it was a reflection on how humans position themselves within changing worlds. Klunchun, a Thai choreographer known for reinterpreting traditional…

I think about my mom a lot.She passed away a few years ago, and I still carry her with me, but not completely.Time has made parts of her disappear.I can’t remember her voice anymore. I try, but it slips away.I don’t remember the feeling of her hand, how she walked, or how she talked.And I…

“The first layer drives all of us.“ What I mean by the first layer is the emotional core we all share before identity, culture, or background. It’s the part of us that remembers through feeling, not language. Where love, loss, fear, or longing are not taught but deeply known. This layer is what makes us…

Listening to Michael Sandel speak about meritocracy made me reflect on the emotional undercurrents behind today’s political and social realities. On the surface, his critique is about how societies reward people based on credentials and achievements. But beneath that, it reveals something much deeper, how these systems affect our sense of self-worth and dignity. Sandel…

MEMORY DOES NOT SIT STILL. It moves – quietly, constantly – folding time in ways clocks cannot measure. A second can stretch into forever. A decade can dissolve into a single scent, a fragment of music, a touch from someone. We often think of memory as something that belongs to the past. But I believe…

Memory is like a cat—selective, unpredictable, independent, and sometimes impossible to control. It lingers in the background, always present, but only comes forward on its own terms. Sometimes it appears when called (recall), and other times it hides, only to resurface when we least expect it. • Selective: Memory doesn’t store everything equally—it prioritizes certain…

“You take space in the world; no one can take your space.” When Marsha said this in the class something shifted. For the first time in my life, I felt solid.I’ve always thought of myself as transparent – moving through the world unseen, adapting, fitting in where necessary, but never truly feeling like I occupied…

“We are all architects in some measure, as we contribute to curating place.” Each of us carries around an architectural imaginary world constructed in our memory that is different, parallel and even compatible with the physical site. This everyday and ordinary occurrence makes us all architects and curators of our individual built and imagined worlds.

For years, I have told myself that I am not an architect, that I don’t belong in this profession. I’ve distanced myself from it, convincing myself that I don’t like the business, that I shouldn’t care too much about the work I do. But I never stopped to ask myself—why? Through my MA in Intercultural…

I am grown old and my memory is not as active as it used to be. When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad…