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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...

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 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

Photo by Justin Natividad on Unsplash

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...

March 7, 2019

‘Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.’

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Photo by Phil Hearing on Unsplash

By ten to twelve, the queue is already long and stretched around the pavement. At its he...

February 28, 2019

She would move nine times in ten years, and every time, in a London black cab. She used to say that she did not need to own more than one cab ride could fit.

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There were of course, her books. Only those she owned, though: two...

January 24, 2019

‘I promised him champagne, Alyosha, on top of everything else, if he brought you to me. Let’s have champagne, I’ll drink, too!’

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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It was 2003 and they were both young and poor and...

January 3, 2019

I could see the chestnuts roasting, not on an open fire but on an antique stove blackened with charcoal, the taste of soot part of the charm. I could see the folks all dressed up like Eskimos, plodding though, not dashing, through the snow. And if I listened closely, I...

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