Reflections

April 26, 2014

How much of our existence is spent in the waiting room of ourselves? We are obsessed with the finished product—the bloom, the...

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April 26, 2014

I remember standing on a subway platform in Brooklyn, watching a woman across the tracks. She was staring at a blank concrete...

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April 25, 2014

In the high, thin air of the mountains, the world is reduced to the essential. There is the rock, the ice, and...

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