Perils of Nostalgia Part Ia : Looking at East Egg
This weekend I played dress up and took some pictures to go with the first of my essays on nostalgia. It’s not the craziest thing to happen when I’m wandering around in a post-call daze. It’s funny how destiny works though. Just a couple of days ago when I took these I was looking across [...]
The Ghosts of Marion
“Just because we invented Gods, who’s to say that doesn’t make them real? We invented poetry and steam engines too.” Over time you come to know a town’s ghosts. If Ann Arbor has any they’re soft and near-invisible things – unable to wrap their ectoplasmic tendrils round anything solid. Forever shredded by the jaded eyes [...]
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