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The marble-workers

On the bench they sat in a single row, working their marbles. The bench stretched in either direction for miles–perhaps an infinity–and to each inhabitant was allotted a single marble, a clear sphere speckled with dots and striated with lines that the individual rolled over in their palm, trying to wipe clean. Over time, this… Continue reading The marble-workers

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Alex Honnold’s “Free Solo” as aesthetic experience

While with my father over Thanksgiving, a mutual friend came forward with a strong opinion about a certain brand of professional athletics: “I am sick of seeing wealthy white men throwing their lives away and calling it brave.” Surprising myself, I volunteered Alex Honnold as a counter-example, saying that to me there was something about… Continue reading Alex Honnold’s “Free Solo” as aesthetic experience

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My Covid experience and the cycle of life and death

Three days after my coworker reported suffering from a “weird cold,” I sat minimally elevated in my bed, staring down a positive Covid test. For three days after that, I remained bedridden, my slightly elevated state pushed horizontal by symptoms such as fever, chills, fatigue, a cough, nasal congestion, body aches, and more. All the… Continue reading My Covid experience and the cycle of life and death

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The view from Prohibition and my thoughts on mass shootings

Prohibition Denver, where the events in question took place In the summer of 2018, I was awaiting a friend in a Denver bar when I heard a series of “pop” noises from outside. Numerous times I had heard noises like this and discovered they were a car’s misfiring, but something about this volley struck me… Continue reading The view from Prohibition and my thoughts on mass shootings