November 22, 2010
The Weight of Indigo
We build walls to keep the world out, or perhaps to keep ourselves in. In the north, we use stone and timber,...
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Reflections
November 22, 2010
The Waxen Pulse
The smell of burnt wick is a sharp, metallic ghost that clings to the back of the throat long after the fire...
November 21, 2010
The Weight of Water
The city is a machine that never sleeps, yet it possesses a peculiar, heavy silence when viewed from the edge. We build...