Reflections

January 12, 2016

I was standing by the kitchen window this morning, waiting for the kettle to boil. It had been raining for three days...

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January 11, 2016

There is a language spoken in the collision of two forces, a dialect of dust and muscle that predates our need for...

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January 11, 2016

We often mistake the city for its concrete skin, forgetting that the true urban fabric is woven from the spaces between our...

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