Essay

Our Final Constellation

How can we live without learning how to die?

My Favourite Bullshit Pseudoscience

Any provisional understanding of what’s going on in your head is comforting—even if that understanding is a fiction. Rather than therapy, I look to the stars.

Watch Me Bathe

How can something as trivial as one’s hygiene rituals have such an impact on how happy or successful others perceive you to be?

Perfect Information Game

Chess devoured my life, until I was sweating in a suit at the Bangkok Chess Tournament feeling myself slip into the void. 

How Do We Live With Our Elders?

Are we in it together if someone refuses the context needed to see this thing changed?

Dialogue with Francesca Woodman

The well person has the job of translating the images that the sick person has left behind as evidence.

Rhythms of Fear

Women instinctively read the danger written upon the city. 

Climbing Mount Sontag

Reading her work is the most pressing unfinished business of my career as a writer, yet I’ve avoided it for fear that witnessing its brilliance would reflect back my inferiority.

A Century of Fakers

Searching for the ease that comes with unspeakable wealth, from counterfeit markets in Bangkok to money at the bottom of a barrel.

Why Them?

The fine line between a body at war and a body at peace.