Measuring things. Scale, and scope. The bronze fennel wafting up from the valley which is now just a memory of light, of sun splash. A night...
In China workers commit suicide. Wages rise, grudgingly. In America, we spend billions advertising soccer cleats, watch as unions vanish lik...
The look they share is the thing of poems. Casual and deeply mysterious. So light as to barely register, a forgotten greeting between strang...
Ah, to be a painter with his mimetic limbs. A painter extrapolates the frame. Or a jazz musician with his improvisation. Gone beyond rhythm....