Reflections

January 6, 2024

I remember waiting for the 42nd Street bus in the rain, watching the crowd move like a single, grey organism. Everyone was...

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January 5, 2024

When I was seven, my grandfather told me that the moon was a silver coin tossed into the dark by someone who...

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January 4, 2024

We spend so much of our lives moving toward a destination, convinced that the path ahead is a straight line. Yet, there...

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