Your self is a property with a very long perimeter.
A letter to nine-year-old me, on my thirty-ninth birthday
A letter to nine-year-old me, on my thirty-ninth birthday
On an otherwise deserted street in the Saint-Sauveur of Quebec, a small child with a determined walk suddenly stops to pull a tab off a lost cat ("Chat Perdu") flyer. Then he looks around to see if anyone has seen him do so. We have. But we
On July 2, 2026, Central Park recorded a temperature of one hundred degrees. The last time this happened was July 18, 2012. On July 24, 2012, Ilya registered Redbeard Bikes as a business in the state of New York. Two weeks ago – fourteen years later! – Ilya publicly announced that he&
For a while Maury appeared at our side steps every night. It was a joy to see him clean his plate. "Maury cleaned his plate," we said. He licked it so clean, he flipped the plate. "Maury flipped his plate," we said. He gave us something
We shuffled through a dark narrow passage, each holding a long skinny white candle between forefinger and middle finger, so that the wax, if it fell, would fall on the top of our hand. The guide told stories about the saints and other famous people buried in the Kyiv Pechersk