Reflections

November 3, 2018

There is a quiet, domestic gravity to the way we arrange our sustenance. We set a table not merely to feed the...

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November 3, 2018

The air inside an old room has a specific weight, a thickness that clings to the back of the throat like fine,...

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November 2, 2018

Joy is rarely a grand, architectural event. It is more like the way light finds the cracks in a pavement, indifferent to...

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