Living on Hunches
I sent a message to someone a few weeks ago that I’d met only once, briefly, in circumstances that shouldn’t have added up to anything.
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Short essays about the spaces between words and the thoughts that live there.
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Off Script
or, What Happens When You Click Past Your Own Slides
Acknowledgments
or, The Compost Pile of Thinking Together
Fragment and Pattern, or Why Some Games Feel Like Archaeological Sites
#002 Playing Thoughts
The Weather Inside Songs
"Force Of Habit" plays while I'm making coffee and suddenly I'm feeling Welsh rain.
Poise Broken, or What Certainty Sounds Like
#001 Playing Thoughts
Why Some Photographs Feel Full of Air
Stone. Moss-soft.
The Words We've Lost for Describing Things
There's a feeling that lives just behind your sternum when someone you love is about to leave—not the sharp stab of goodbye, not the dull ache of missing them already, but something else.
What Beautiful Spaces Do to Ideas
Or, Environments That Think Back
Why Academic Writing Feels Like Pushing Treacle Uphill
Okay so I just finished writing about Ethan and his lovely little texts and it was like, I don't know, like having a conversation with myself?