Reflections

January 7, 2024

I have always been suspicious of the way we sentimentalize companionship. We treat it like a soft, cushioned thing, a refuge from...

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January 7, 2024

When I was ten, my uncle took me to the old grain storehouse at the edge of town. It was a cathedral...

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January 7, 2024

I burned my toast this morning, the smell of charcoal filling the kitchen before I could even pour my tea. It was...

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