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A street dog sleeping on a sandy beach, curled into the sand, eyes closed, entirely unbothered.

Why Did We Believe the Story of the Seven Dogs?

Someone let the dogs out. The rest of us wrote the screenplay. The question is not why we believed it. The question is what we needed it to say.
Two parasailers over a blue lake with snow-capped mountains in the background, towed by a speedboat

Are you happy yet?

They gave happiness a day. Whoever decided this was being more honest than they perhaps intended.

Chipmunks and me

As I resurface this time, the terms I have set for myself are stiffer. There is an abundant realisation that what gets into my stream of attention should not be only stuff of use, but stuff that keeps me sane.

Four Lessons From My Hiatus

My experiments with Instagram