On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
Today I heard five Shakespearean insults walking along the corridor, and if I hear one more, it will be a good day, an even day.
In the offline world, it’s totally possible for something to be great and terrible at the same time.
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