Reflections

January 5, 2017

We often speak of the city as a machine for living, but it is more accurately a machine for sorting. Every wall,...

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January 5, 2017

I keep a small, silver thimble in my sewing box that belonged to my grandmother. It is worn smooth on one side,...

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January 3, 2017

There is a specific silence that follows the death of a language. It is not a quiet room or a lack of...

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