There is something about being small, genuinely, cosmically small, underneath that orange monument to human hubris, surfing Fort Point, while the Pacific tries its damnedest to kill me. The water’s so cold it feels personal, like it has a grudge. My body’s screaming at me that this is a terrible idea, and you know what? […]
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The Defiant Uselessness of Saying Hello to the Dead
Here’s the thing about Tsukimi Ayano that’ll either crack you open or leave you mumbling platitudes about “healing” and “resilience” like some asshole at a TED talk: she’s not doing this because she’s broken. She’s doing it because she’s whole. Thirty people left in Nagoro. Thirty. Used to be three hundred. You do the math […]
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