There are records that sing of the land, and those that wear traces of its soil beneath its author’s fingertips....
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In a thousand years or so, maybe a hundred, none of this will matter. Once the nuclear tides have swept...
Tell me about your new record, I say. You tell me that it’s the rawest, most confessional, voyeuristic, borderline-pornographic depiction...
We’re all chancing along the precipice, of course. The gentlest of pressure applied along the glued-up, duct-taped seams of the...
Capacity is a record of the first morning light, dusted with snow and blood. “There is a darker darkness and...
“Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,” the bard declared four centuries back; yet here we are, still...
