“Am I a good person? How do I ever actually know whether I'm bullshitting myself, morally speaking?” ― David Foster Wallace, Consider the...

Out of gray and mournful sky, a month’s snow falls in a day. Birds don’t dare leave their roosts. Not even the fastest of them can fly...

I chopped down the nest—took a heavy pair of hedge trimmers & cut all the vines & branches surrounding, careful to avoid the old...