Not what, but how things mean.
By: Martha Arango
Now featuring a removable Baby Jesus…
By: Maria Papanthymou
Unlike other tools, it is not connected with my everyday routine.
By: Seema Khanwalkar
It did not seem to have boundaries of participation.
By: Malex Salamanques Amiel
She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.
By: Mariane Cara
A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.
By: Wei Fen Lee
The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.
By: Louise Jolly
There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.
By: Thierry Mortier
“I need a decent bell,” I said.
By: Sónia Marques
I considered it the epitome of bad taste.
By: Ivan Islas
My thermos is like a magic wand.
By: Daria Arkhipova
Hard work is only part of the equation.
By: Paulina Goch-Kenawy
What happened to the family treasures? I don’t know.
By: Serdar Paktin
It’s a gate to my soul.
By: Aiyana Gunjan
Having paid for the ducks, I started to remove the ribbons…
By: Vijay Parthasarathy
We suddenly realized Bingo was missing.