November 27, 2019
The Spine of the Sky
We build our monuments to touch the clouds, as if height could grant us a clearer view of our own smallness. There...
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November 26, 2019
The Shape of Submergence
There is a specific weight to the water that once held my father’s watch. It was a heavy, silver thing that stopped...
November 25, 2019
The Weight of a Pause
I remember sitting in a crowded cafe in Istanbul, watching a man reach for his coat to leave. Halfway through the motion,...