Reflections

October 22, 2018

We often mistake the city for its hard surfaces—the concrete, the glass, the grid of streets that dictate our movement. But the...

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October 22, 2018

There is a rhythm to the strike. It is not the sound of progress, but the sound of persistence. To shape something...

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October 21, 2018

I remember a boy named Elias who used to spend his afternoons in the alley behind our apartment block. He wasn’t playing,...

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