Reflections

July 19, 2024

The smell of rubber—sharp, synthetic, and slightly sweet—always brings me back to the sticky heat of a summer afternoon. It is the...

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July 18, 2024

I was walking through the subway station this morning, clutching my bag and checking my watch, when I saw two people standing...

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July 17, 2024

We often mistake the mask for the face, forgetting that paint is merely a skin we borrow to hide the trembling beneath....

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