June 16, 2018
The Weight of Ephemeral Things
Seneca once remarked that life is like a play; it matters not how long it lasts, but how well it is performed....
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Reflections
June 16, 2018
The Architecture of Abandonment
I remember walking the tide line on a beach in Cornwall with my grandfather. He would stop every few yards, not to...
June 15, 2018
The Weight of Still Water
The air tonight tastes of damp stone and cooling earth, a heavy, velvet thickness that settles against the back of my throat....
