Start with the number, because the number does not care about your feelings. Fewer than sixty thousand people control three times the wealth of the poorer half of humanity. You could seat all of them in one stadium on a match day and leave the…
There's a spot above the village where the ridge falls away on three sides at once. The valley drops in the kind of scale that is supposed to make ranking irrelevant: forest, then terraced fields, then a river you can hear before you can see…
The road to St. John's in the Wilderness leaves the highway the way a good secret leaves a conversation - without announcing itself. No signboard worth trusting, just a give in the tar and a gap in the deodars where the noise of the town starts…
There is a road above the town that I take sometimes before the light has fully decided what kind of morning it wants to be. The deodars on either side are still dark at that hour, their shapes more suggested than visible. The valley below…
There is a moment, in most working lives, that arrives without announcement and is not easily forgotten. Someone calls you into a room, or sends a message, or schedules a meeting with a subject line that gives nothing away, and in the next few minutes…