March 29, 2015
The Briefest Burning
We measure time by what we lose. A year ends not with a shout, but with the quiet realization that another cycle...
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Reflections
March 29, 2015
The Surface of Things
The rain stops. The air grows heavy, holding its breath. There is a moment after the storm when the world is scrubbed...
March 28, 2015
The Weight of Echoes
In the sixteenth century, a merchant might have stood in a courtyard like this, listening to the rhythmic clatter of hooves against...
