Last bonfire before we return to the city.
There’s a problem with modern grief, a rupture that cannot be filled with squishy words like mindfulness and acceptance.
Looking at the state of the world today, perhaps we need more architectural details designed to scare away demons.
Five thousand years ago we began outsourcing prayer and devotion to statues that would worship on our behalf.
The deer didn’t seem alarmed by my presence. It just watched me while munching some foliage.
Like painting legs on a snake. My in-laws taught me this Chinese idiom, a scold against unnecessary embellishment.
Sometimes I fall asleep thinking about the ancient atomists.
This has been a year of references to plague novels and the dystopian skies of science fiction.
My breath catches in the existential and super-saturated detergent aisle: All. Era. Gain. Cheer. Bold.
Nineteen years ago but it still feels like it was just the other day.
I’m not sure if I believe in symbols or signs, but today gave me plenty to decipher.
I’d always thought the future was just around the corner, but it’s already here.
