On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
What we learn from a scientific intimacy is more than just another way of looking at the term “intimacy” itself but to look away from that obscure, meaningless construct of intimacy as merely being close to one another.
We know the orcas are right to sink yachts but we can’t help but betray our infatuation with a certain lifestyle.
Today I heard five Shakespearean insults walking along the corridor, and if I hear one more, it will be a good day, an even day.