Cutting off your nose to spite your face is self-defeating.

But I shall not speculate about sources; suffice it to say that, as I read these essays, when I conceive of the table as having atoms scattered through it, those atoms are also part of the pluriverse.

Fifteen years ago, on what remains as possibly the most unhip day of my life, my entire family, all nine of us, went to have our group portrait taken at a local photo salon.

A trailing skirt embroidered in what is termed fine steel.