August 18, 2012
Good Times
I don’t know anything about my future… what will happen? And what will not? And I’m not bothered anymore. I only know...
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Reflections
August 17, 2012
The Cold Breath of Silence
The air at high altitude has a specific, metallic bite; it tastes like iron and ancient, frozen dust. When you stand in...
August 17, 2012
The Weight of the Breath
There is a moment before the scream, or the song, or the hunger. It is the moment when the jaw unhinges and...