boys who play with words.
Our melting pot is being emptied out, and they are sifting through the ingredients.
The Ghost in the Machine
Perhaps AI is a new iteration of the Grand Inquisitor; a benevolent pseudo-dictator of our own making.
Feed Me
I’m finding it hard to let this thing go.
I Am Alive and That is My Choice
I had to change something or else, and the “or else” was really starting to worry me.
Grief and Gratitude
For a year, I’ve kept my phone with me at all times (and even started sleeping with it under my pillow) so that I wouldn’t miss this call.
On Long-Distance Loving
I feel the rough scabs of gaps I used to fill.
Fourteen Miles in Tokyo
The air on the platform is heavy under the city. The train arrives in a pungent, metallic breeze. No seats now.
Vignettes, July Through November
Individual diners find unexpected friends across a restaurant; medieval and recent history intersect with the present in ways that are varyingly hopeful, disheartening, and funny.
Three Months With Wolf Alice’s ‘The Clearing’
It pushes the band’s artistic endeavors into enriched territory while simultaneously managing to hold true to their established identity
Enjoy It First
To my student, The Maze Runner wasn’t an exploration in the dystopian genre. It was a story. An entertaining, exhilarating, and enjoyable story.
