The four of oysters shows a solitary figure, surrounded by ways to connect with others–the well-lit window, the chirping smartphone, the comforting glow of the computer. Still, the figure remains in the safety of their cocoon, seeking introspection and solitude, even when it is perhaps not best for them.Read more
In these, our most vital hours, climbing jessamine still creeps up chain link fences across Louisiana. The fruiting bodies of so many fungi continue to devour the remains of our collective existence. The swamp’s resistance remains almost as silent as it is magical, breaking up the asphalt with such sweet slowness. There is so muchRead more
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