Reflections

June 18, 2024

When I was seven, my grandmother would spend the better part of a Sunday morning turning stale crusts into something soft and...

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June 18, 2024

I often find myself wandering the periphery of amusement parks, those places where the city tries too hard to convince us that...

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June 18, 2024

There is a rhythm to the city that demands we move in time with its pulse. We are taught to walk with...

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