I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist.

Humans of New York, in Iraq (via kateoplis)

amanrandhawa:

Who could ever love people who like-Free Jazz-Opera-Calculus
Feeling a little grumpy and lonely, today.
I do like those, things, though; except for Calculus and sometimes, free jazz and opera.

amanrandhawa:

Who could ever love people who like
-Free Jazz
-Opera
-Calculus

Feeling a little grumpy and lonely, today.

I do like those, things, though; except for Calculus and sometimes, free jazz and opera.