Tem Mirkazemiyan

Name: Tem Mirkazemiyan

Studies: Master of Arts in Western Literature

Expertise: Literature & Theatre

Likes: Contemporary literature and drama, alternative music, photography, writing, close reading, finding patterns, candles, Italian food, Persian culture, Belgian waffles, hearing all the different languages on Leuven busses, learning new languages, MBTI and guessing people’s type, tea, brownies, duplex dorms, waking up to snow, talking to people about their passions, and experiencing art in all its different ways

Dislikes: Broken ping-pong tables (specific, I know), being far from home, broken vacuum cleaners (also specific, dorm life), mindless scrolling for too long, the combination of wind + rain, and insects (whether in reality or in nightmares)

Life wisdom:

His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress – Walter Benjamin