February 5, 2020
The Memory of Transparency
I often think of the city as a series of layers, like the sediment of a riverbed or the peeling paint on...
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Reflections
February 4, 2020
The Ghost of Movement
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am sitting here wondering why we are so obsessed with...
February 4, 2020
The First Breath of Day
There is a sacred quality to the hour before the world wakes. It is a time when the air holds a different...