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Long before the world has a reason to learn a name, there are ordinary mornings that rarely make the story. A piece about the people who kept returning.





Long before the world has a reason to learn a name, there are ordinary mornings that rarely make the story. A piece about the people who kept returning.





A letter to the man behind the mask, from someone who still remembers what it meant to need somewhere to go.
Sometimes the most unreasonable ideas come with absolute certainty that they make perfect sense.
Two distant lives, held for a while beneath the same moon. A musing on distance, memory, and the strange forms companionship can take.
A musing on comics, childhood, and the strange ways some things find their way back home.