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After a friend tells me names and dreams occupy the same part of the brain, which is why we forget both.
That the smell of cows drifting in the open window is indeed that of a living beast.
In the impossible, we bring home to roost
a discordant feeling—widow buttons in all black
still with our funeral rings.
Esther Perel’s class-free diagnosis of workplace conflict
A terrorism scholar and a war criminal seek a meeting of the minds.
This election is all about asking how enamored of capitalism Americans really are.