Reflections

February 3, 2024

It is 3:15 am, and the house is holding its breath. In this hollow space, I think about the things that watch...

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February 3, 2024

I remember an old man in a market in Luang Prabang who spent ten minutes counting out small coins for a single...

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February 1, 2024

There is a particular quality to the air just before a storm breaks, when the heat seems to press against the skin,...

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