CURIOUS No. 65: The Poetry of Violence

Note: Every week, I pick three interesting, not-always-totally-related links from an avalanche of internet content and write an email essay with them. The theme varies from week to week, dictated by the links I find. Last week, the theme was “The Poetry of Violence” and I thought might be worth sharing here. If …

This is Not A Sermon

This is not a sermon: it is my dawning understanding, too long in coming, of an order settling into gaps that until now seemed random. We are formed by everything that ever happens to us, and how we choose to react. These events make subtle imprints upon our brains, pressing …

Moving to Wake Up

I packed everything I own back into my backpack tonight. Not sure what hit me harder: how little time it took, or how completely I’d managed to settle it all into this rented room in a month. It was shown in little ways, in the places for everything, the table …

The Green Parts

Its raining hard in Mexico City in defiance of my old notion that Mexico is a desert. Turns out the maps on the wall in high school I studied in my daydreaming weren’t all that accurate, that they depicted concepts other than climate. In hindsight, I guess I should have …