Reflections

September 16, 2024

In the deepest part of a winter night, when the house has finally settled into its own rhythmic creaking, there is a...

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September 16, 2024

I usually find these urban voids tiresome. We are conditioned to see them as mere conduits, hollowed-out spaces designed to get us...

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September 15, 2024

Seneca once remarked that we are not given a short life, but we make it short by wasting it on things that...

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