I am afraid of things: afraid the spider behind the refrigerator is poisonous, afraid a mole on my back where I can’t see it will be the death of me, afraid of being misunderstood or being understood too well. To balance this out, I try to surround myself with people who are unafraid, as if […]

I only saw him once, the origami man, but in my neighborhood, for months you could see evidence of his passing wherever you looked: a paper crane, leaning against a napkin holder at the coffee shop down the street; a pyramid of expandable balloons piled inside the newspaper dispenser outside the liquor store; a different […]