August 6, 2016
The Art of the Everyday
My grandmother used to say that the most important meal of the day wasn’t breakfast, but the one you took the time...
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Reflections
August 5, 2016
The Geometry of Breath
The smell of damp wool and ozone always brings me back to the platform, where the air feels heavy, pressed thin by...
August 5, 2016
The Hum of Belonging
The smell of hot asphalt after a summer rain always brings me back to the city. It is a sharp, metallic scent,...
