August 23, 2014
The Hands That Remember
I remember sitting in a workshop in Kyoto, watching an old man carve wood with a knife that looked older than I...
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Reflections
August 23, 2014
The Language of Embers
I remember a night on a beach in Greece where the wind had finally died down, leaving the air thick with the...
August 23, 2014
The Hum of Distant Stone
The air at high altitude has a specific, sharp taste—like licking a cold iron railing in the middle of winter. It is...
