Reflections

February 11, 2024

Winter does not negotiate. It arrives with a cold that strips the world of its vanity, leaving only the essential. We watch...

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February 10, 2024

My first instinct was to look away. I have grown weary of the way we romanticize the natural world, turning wild things...

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February 10, 2024

Arrival is a fiction. We are always in the middle of a crossing. The water pulls at the edges of the land,...

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