March 14, 2022
The Breath of Thin Air
There is a specific sharpness to the air at high altitudes, a cold that tastes like iron and wet stone. It settles...
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Reflections
March 13, 2022
The Tide That Keeps Nothing
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am watching the way shadows stretch across the floor, mimicking...
March 10, 2022
The Weight of Stone and Salt
Why do we build walls that outlive our own names? We are creatures of soft skin and fleeting breath, yet we spend...