Reflections

September 12, 2024

When a frost-shattered rock finally crumbles into silt, the process is invisible to the eye, yet it is the primary way the...

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September 12, 2024

I often find myself lingering near the transit hubs of the city, watching the way people hold onto one another before the...

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September 11, 2024

Seneca once observed that no one can live happily who has regard to himself alone and transforms everything into a question of...

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