December 9, 2022
The Echo of Passing Time
Seneca once observed that we are all in a state of constant flux, like a river that never holds the same water...
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Reflections
December 5, 2022
The Weight of Everything
It is 3:14 am and the house is holding its breath. I am thinking about the things we carry, not because we...
December 4, 2022
The Alchemy of the Market
I remember a stall in the old quarter of Lisbon where the air was thick enough to taste—a heavy, golden suspension of...
