Once I traveled as rain. It is a sensation that is not easy to describe—but one that is not dissimilar to standing in the center of a two-dimensional depiction of a cube, and facing the implication of a vertex. I found comfort in snow-melt. Sometimes, I’d slide down windowpanes, as discretely as I could—but always, […]
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There are two distinct shapes created by a skein of migratory geese. The first shape is created in the blue it moves towards: it is too big to see the beginning of, but the V of birds forms its end. The second shape is created by all the sky the geese are leaving: it begins […]