September 12, 2014
The Surface of Things
We spend our lives navigating the air, a medium so thin we forget it exists until the wind pushes against us. But...
Category Archive
Reflections
September 11, 2014
The Echo in the Glass
My grandfather kept a shoebox of negatives in the back of his closet, curled like dried autumn leaves. I remember holding one...
September 11, 2014
Roots in the Concrete
I was walking to the subway this morning, staring at my shoes to avoid the rush of people, when I stopped dead...
