August 10, 2022
The Weight of Stolen Time
The smell of old stone always pulls me back to the damp, cool air of a cellar, where time seems to thicken...
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Reflections
August 9, 2022
The Quiet Language of Snow
I was walking home through the park this morning when I saw a pair of mittens sitting abandoned on a bench. They...
August 9, 2022
The Weight of Walking
I have always been suspicious of the way we romanticize the act of walking through a city. We treat it as a...
