Reflections

January 27, 2024

There is a specific kind of geometry to the way a creature occupies space when it believes it is entirely alone. It...

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January 27, 2024

When I was seven, my grandfather taught me how to tell if a storm was coming by watching the birds on the...

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January 25, 2024

The air tastes of iron and wet wool. It is a thin, biting cold that settles deep into the marrow, the kind...

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