Reflections

April 19, 2024

I remember sitting on a plastic chair in a roadside diner outside of Barstow, watching the desert swallow the last of the...

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April 19, 2024

I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, blackened mess that sat on the counter while I stared out the...

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April 19, 2024

When a fruit falls to the forest floor, it does not immediately vanish; it begins a slow, complex process of decomposition, where...

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