Touchdown in Kathmandu.

After a year in Bhutan’s quiet hills, I’ve landed in the layered chaos of Kathmandu—a city where color spills from every wall and the past leans in close. It’s a return to what sets my pulse right: street art. Not murals confined to galleries or curated installations—but raw, public expression etched into alleyways and crumbling facades.

This isn’t just a trip. It’s a calling back. To walk, to look, to write. To lose myself in the rhythm of spray cans and stories. To rediscover the language of the walls.

For a while, I’m letting this city be my canvas, my classroom, my collaborator.

Let’s see what it has to say…

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