Reflections

August 12, 2024

I have been thinking about the way we dedicate our lives to the things that vanish. We spend hours, sometimes years, perfecting...

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August 12, 2024

I remember sitting on a porch in Marfa, watching the desert floor turn from a dusty gold to a bruised, deep violet....

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August 12, 2024

Seneca once remarked that we are all too often occupied with the business of becoming, rather than the simple, profound act of...

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