Reflections

February 9, 2024

I spent this morning trying to clear out the shed in my backyard. It was full of broken things—a rusted rake, a...

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February 9, 2024

Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the way we look at cities. We treat them like maps, tracing lines from one...

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February 8, 2024

There is a specific silence that follows a ferry as it pulls away from the dock. It is not the silence of...

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