Reflections

January 15, 2024

There is a peculiar physics to the way we move through a landscape when the temperature drops. We pull our coats tight,...

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January 15, 2024

It is 3:15 am, and the house has finally stopped settling. In the silence, I find myself obsessing over the architecture of...

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January 14, 2024

There is a particular rhythm to the mundane, a soft pulse that beats beneath the surface of our daily errands. We move...

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