A day before I turned thirty-four, I wrote here, 'Behind Door No. 33, there was a room with a view. When I opened the windows each afternoon, I recalled what Edith Wharton wrote: “Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.” Each time I opened the window, the world waited to say hello. Clouds … Continue reading On The Room with a View
I'm not afraid of death. I'm an old physicist -- I'm afraid of time. -- Dr. Brand, Interstellar Seven years ago, on this day, we let Calvin go. He was the first dog of my life. He was on a cold, steel table, surrounded by people, whom he fully hated and partially loved, and the … Continue reading The Arrow of Time
Still. Something is missing. Something is off. So, how fucking spoiled am I, then? How fucking broken? What is wrong with me that I can have everything I could ever want and have ever asked for and still wake up in the morning feeling like every day is a slog? In Becky Chambers's first solarpunk, … Continue reading On Finding The Strength To Do Both
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