April 11, 2013
The Salt of Collective Breath
The air in a crowd has a specific weight, a thickness that clings to the back of the throat like the metallic...
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April 11, 2013
Salt on the Tongue
The air at dawn has a specific, gritty texture. It tastes of brine and damp wood, a sharp, metallic tang that clings...
April 10, 2013
The Quiet Before the Rush
I woke up early today, long before the alarm, and just sat by the window with a glass of water. The house...