Reflections

August 11, 2024

There is a specific silence that follows a machine once the engine has been cut. It is not the absence of sound,...

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August 11, 2024

It is 3:42 am, and the silence in this room is thick enough to taste. I am thinking about the way we...

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August 10, 2024

I burned the toast this morning. It was a small, silly mistake, the kind that happens when you are distracted by the...

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