Imi Ki

What Grand Jeté, Camembert Cheese and the Tokyo 2020 Olympics have in Common

"It's already loud around here; it's also noisy in here," Raphael* said as he gestured to his temple. He slightly tilted his head towards his right pointer finger, a tuft of his inky black fringes fell, and the sunlight glared on his eyeglasses. "How do you quiet the mind?" he asked. Despite his eyes disappearing behind the glare, the sullen notes in his question told me what I couldn't see in his eyes.