March 1, 2012
The Hum of the Earth
The smell of damp pine needles always brings me back to the feeling of wet wool against my skin. It is a...
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March 1, 2012
The Geometry of Waiting
There is a peculiar rhythm to the city that most of us choose to ignore. We move through intersections like water through...
February 29, 2012
The Rhythm of Iron and Earth
The smell of wet iron always pulls me back to the feeling of travel. It is a sharp, metallic scent that clings...