There are exactly two terrifying things about a well-written article.
This morning I had a conversation with my past self. She said she was disappointed, and I said, “That’s fine.”
This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.
“Fact:” we’re exposed to the word early on, but most people’s usage is a little…non-factual.
A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.
Some days I want change. Today is such a day.
“Their. Own. Communities.” – Three problems there.
What does it mean to say – “violence isn’t the answer”?
We’ve always been quarantined from each other.
According to Darwin, this Skeleton shouldn’t survive.