Reflections

August 29, 2022

In the deep forest, the mycelial network functions as a silent, subterranean highway, connecting the roots of trees that never touch the...

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August 29, 2022

I remember a market stall in La Paz, tucked away near a steep, winding alley where the air always smells of roasted...

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August 28, 2022

There is a specific, brittle sound to things that have been forgotten. It is the dry rasp of paper against skin, the...

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