April 15, 2012
The Weight of Wet Stone
The smell of rain on hot pavement is a sharp, metallic sting, but the smell of rain on river stone is something...
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April 15, 2012
The Cold Breath of Stone
The air at high altitude has a specific, metallic bite. It tastes of crushed slate and ancient, frozen water. When I close...
April 14, 2012
The Architecture of a Pause
There is a peculiar geometry to the way we occupy space. We often think of ourselves as solid, fixed points in a...