Like everyone who has been forced by loss to do the work of remembering, I know that we don’t leave the past behind. Our feet take us...

On an ordinary Saturday morning, an artwork projects me deep into the past, a past I don't know, that yet feels familiar. People move in...

I myself was lost, for a moment, as I turned page 109 of Mark Gevisser’s Lost and Found in Johannesburg. At the top of page 110 is a...