each day you wake wishing that what is, is not, and that’s no way to live.
Socotra, once a secret paradise, is at a crossroads between its natural integrity and the need for development. Can it have both?
Rewriting the American Cult Story
the owl refuses to dispense any wisdombut has a few questions of its own:
Winter 1977An apartment on Postgatan, PorjusThe telephone rang
Many parents know firsthand how cannabis can transform the lives of children with severe illness. Why won’t the legal system listen to them?
The ants arrived on Marfa’s first night at the ranch. They crawled into her bed in ceaseless organized columns. The creatures were harmless and died easily between her thumb and forefinger, but kept coming, and Marfa could not sleep
I’m lonely and the only Black person inside the paid Cézanne
exhibit today.
The Dissonance of Living in the Anthropocene
It isn’t the trees but the space
between the trees,
