
Glasses
Lenses look like flattened ice cubes, melted enough to be translucent. Cold and dull, they seem impersonal. But the task they perform makes them a vital part of our humanity. Continue reading Glasses
Lenses look like flattened ice cubes, melted enough to be translucent. Cold and dull, they seem impersonal. But the task they perform makes them a vital part of our humanity. Continue reading Glasses
I write this on the morning of April 7, 2020. Your mother and I have been taking refuge at home, leaving only when absolutely necessary, for twenty-one days. Continue reading Coronavirus