“Like one that on a lonely road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on And turns no more his head, Because he...

We all must cross alone, When we split from meat and bone. For time does wound, And so does space, A precious boon, Thus displaced. We...

I had, what turned out to be, a fantastic—albeit very draining—weekend. It was great to spend time with old friends, and to go to a...