May 22, 2011
The Weight of a Thread
We are bound by things we cannot see. A promise is a heavy thing, yet it weighs nothing at all. It is...
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Reflections
May 22, 2011
The Surface of Memory
We look at the water and expect to see ourselves. We expect a mirror, a clear boundary between the world we walk...
May 21, 2011
The Hum of Returning
The smell of cooling asphalt after a long, blistering day is a specific kind of perfume. It is sharp, metallic, and heavy...