March 16, 2015
The River’s Long Memory
Time is not a straight line, though we often draw it that way to feel safe. It is a loop, a coil,...
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Reflections
March 16, 2015
The Sticky Hum of Summer
The memory is not in the flavor, but in the frantic, desperate race against the heat. I remember the cold, sharp sting...
March 15, 2015
Between Here and There
I remember sitting on a train pulling out of a station in Rajasthan, watching the platform blur into a smear of ochre...
