“I had just seen, standing a little way back from the steep ridge over which we were passing, three trees, probably marking the entrance to a a shady avenue, which made a pattern at which I was looking now not for the first time; I could not succeed in reconstructing the place from which they […]Read more "Extinctions to Origins: Nuclear Bombs and Medicine Wheels"
Dimensions drift; realities shear and blend. Whatever you want to keep as true, hold close in the center of your mind, or when you wake the landscape may have shifted. I used to think that too much stayed the same, that lives were locked in stable states of déjà vu. As a child I stacked […]Read more "Bridges, Gates, and Violence"