February 22, 2022
The Architecture of Silence
Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the way we try to leave a mark on places that refuse to be held....
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Reflections
February 22, 2022
The Gold Underfoot
When I was seven, my grandfather told me that the trees were simply holding their breath until the first frost. We lived...
February 22, 2022
The Hunger of the Void
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we spend our...