Don't buy that microchip

I grew up in between worlds. My older cousins played with GameBoys but we had been raised washing ourselves in a big blue bucket that our...

Silence is here

Freckles. My own little history with the sun. two scars on my knees; from the time when falling only entailed broken skin, not broken...

The possibility

We outline the contour of life constantly. Discovering its form. Although always changing, the notion of where the limits of death and...