The Cornfield and the Meeting Room
On power, performance, and the paint that was always going to be green.
An irregular journal of Thoughts, Stories, Ideas, and Recollections
On power, performance, and the paint that was always going to be green.
On the slow erasure of a sense, the pills we take for it, and what the whole arrangement might be doing to our politics.
A story of desire and the patience of forgotten things.
A kinder approach to suffering the indignity.
On homecoming — theirs and mine — and the land that holds us all without distinction.
On the negotiable boundary between life and what comes after it.