I see the young boy trailing his mother and wonder if he had been a priest, or a hard and fast believer in some higher power in some past life. He had probably been a sinner too, a thief or a vandal. Maybe he stole bread cheekily or hungrily...
Keep readingIn the case that anyone out there enjoys their solitude as much as I do, I wanted to share a few things I do around this time of year to reacquaint me with me after another wild year. I am finding more and more that anxiety and stress have become...
Keep readingYou go to a museum in a city you just moved to. It’s a beautiful modernist structure near the water. They are hosting an exhibit on collections. You pay for your ticket and eventually wander into a very large, cavernous room with dozens of jukeboxes… Wurlitzers and Seeburgs...
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