Monday, August 11, 2025 at 2:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time

summer moves past you like you’re standing still, clouds seven miles tall pull the peaks of the front range into private conversations. these days you’re feeling less like a person and more like his unfinished house project, half-framed, clippings and cuttings and misplaced hardware. you talk on the phone with a Bay Area friend you’ve always looked up to, she shares your appreciation of insane…