The Edges of Belonging
We often mistake the periphery for the unimportant. In urban theory, the center is where power is consolidated, where the monuments stand, and where the infrastructure of the state is most visible. But the edges—the back roads, the transitional…
The Weight of Unfinished Games
I keep a small, rusted marble in a velvet-lined box on my desk, a relic from a game played on a sidewalk that no longer exists. It is chipped, its once-vibrant swirl of blue now dulled by the friction of years spent rolling through dirt and…
The Unblinking Witness
My first instinct was to look away. We are conditioned to find meaning in the human face, to search for a reflection of our own anxieties in the eyes of another person. When we are presented with something else—something sharp, avian, and…