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A meditation on ritual, absence and gestures that refuse to disappear. I was visiting a church the other day. Not…
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Looking at the second season’s portrayal of care, control, and the emotional cost of keeping others safe. Season 2 of…
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Reflections on my favorite artist of all time, a year after seeing him live. A year ago, almost to the…
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Why fighting your lazy phases only makes productivity harder. *NOTE: I use the word “laziness” because that’s what we often…
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Maybe some will speak to you too. Reading has always been part of my daily routine. While a lot may…
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Inside the timeless soul of an album that embodies beauty, pain, and yearning. It’s difficult to define Jeff Buckley with…
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On the alchemy of presence, warmth, and becoming — how certain parts of us emerge in the right company. I…
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A love letter to the outsider, the rebel, and the intelligent “cool girl” I looked up to. Cinema was always…
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A look at the first season’s haunting blend of memory, loss, and survival. Stranger Things was never about the ’80s…
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written by Tayma Saliba Act I — The Dome The city lay beneath a glass dome so vast it felt…
The Back Rows 