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March 26, 2020

‘Nothing in this world… is more difficult than love.’

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

‘In case of emergency, air masks will drop the ceiling. If you are traveling with a minor, please put on your own mask before helping the minor.

Place the mask over...

May 9, 2019

‘Do you still remember: falling stars,’

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Untitled

Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

‘You have been served by Sara today,’

 It says on the receipt, the latter printed on cheap, grimy paper rolls in smudgy purple ink. Underneath, the cost of med...

May 2, 2019

‘You know the fairy tale about the man who died, don’t you? He was waiting in Eternity to find out what the Lord had decided to do with him. He waited and waited, for one year, ten years, a hundred years. He begged and pleaded for a decision. Finally he couldn’t bear t...

April 25, 2019

‘It happened in April, and took place on a day

So mild you’d say love purposely made it that way.’

- Victor Hugo, The Party at Therese’s

Photo by Rafael Kellermann Streit on Unsplash

A walking, hand-holding, kissing cliché. That is what we were; just two more lo...

April 18, 2019

'The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray

The evening sky,'

—Willa Cather, Paris

Surely there are worse things one can witness than a cathedral on fire. Homes and villages. People. Crops, buildings. Flags. Stock markets. Savings. Surely stone, glass, and wood are only...

April 11, 2019

Suppose you are the driver of a trolley. The trolley rounds a bend, and there come into view ahead five track workmen, who have been repairing the track. The track goes through a bit of a valley at that point, and the sides are steep, so you must stop the trolley if y...

April 4, 2019

‘Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.’

- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., The Atlantic Monthly, Volume II

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‘Once upon a time, there lived a little prince on a planet b...

March 28, 2019

‘In the fresh forest depths, no sound…
I am going

- Anna Akhmatova, My Heart

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

‘It was wintertime; the air was cold, the wind sharp, but indoors all was snug and well.’

Indoors was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. On th...

March 21, 2019

‘So it’s a matter of perspective, really. The human is there if you look for it, if you want to find it.’

- Scott Bergstrom

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The city looks soulless, skyscrapers in angled steel and concrete haughtily draped in cloaks of refl...

March 14, 2019

The view from the roof is breath taking: the city covered with snow. Stark, sparkling white against red terracotta tiles on the slanted rooftops. Smoke from brick chimneys, the image of wood fires burning in warm reading rooms underneath; someone’s afternoon, with a dr...

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