Metepisteme: After Knowledge
Do I know the ends of what I know, and will my knowledge deliver or damn me?
Do I know the ends of what I know, and will my knowledge deliver or damn me?
As long as we’re on this earth, she and I are stuck together.
Part animal, part plant.
There is no loneliness like the loneliness in our own strangeness and darkness.
He lurks behind church ladies when they ask if I’m still single.
You are not helping by pretending you can do it if you can’t, Katie.
The mosquito as monster highlights the threat to community that most predators lack.
What if we made monsters into adorable magic pets?
If imaginary monsters are scary, I can only imagine how they’ll feel about student loans someday.
How do we love monsters without perpetuating their monstrosity?