September 25, 2019
The Edge of the Dark
There is a specific weight to the air just after the sun has surrendered, when the sky turns the bruised violet of...
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Reflections
September 24, 2019
The Weight of Ancient Dust
If we were to strip away the names we give to our lives, would we still recognize the path beneath our feet?...
September 24, 2019
The Weight of Distance
We travel to escape the gravity of our own lives. We sit in metal tubes, suspended between the earth we know and...