Reflections

September 20, 2024

I still keep a small brass button in the pocket of an old canvas coat. It came from nothing of consequence —...

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September 20, 2024

Does the observer ever truly belong to the space they inhabit, or are we merely ghosts passing through rooms that have seen...

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September 19, 2024

It is 3:15 am, and the house is holding its breath. In the dark, I find myself thinking about the things we...

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