An object pulled at random from the Met Museum's collection, a window to the past. Changes by the day.
an imagined voice
“I filled it at the spring before dawn so many mornings that the clay took on the smell of that water, or maybe the water took on the smell of the clay.”
When you leave a system that had power over you, the natural thing to do is go after its contents. The theology itself. The specific rules and regulations that were used to evaluate you. The mythology about who's chosen and who isn't. The political line. We list out the contents… →
A spatial analysis of US mortality data finds near-zero geographic correlation between suicide and drug overdose. The unified thesis obscures two distinct phenomena with different geographies, different drivers, and different policy levers.
When I was a child, the Internet was born and phones crawled across the surface of the planet and the whole of human knowledge became accessible with a moment's effort. Querying the well of human knowledge was novel, then routine, then a fundamental part of our humanity as we… →
A Norse trickster god and a Venetian merchant walk into a courtroom. Both are facing death and both escape their sentence on the same, hyperspecific technicality. Surely these cases are related?
While reading the Merchant of Venice recently, I noticed a similarity to a Norse… →