“What ought we to be optimistic for? For the survival of the earth? For the continuation of the human species? Or for the continuation of the kind of lives … that have brought us to this melancholy juncture?”
On the End
What ought we to be optimistic for? For the survival of the earth? For the continuation of the human species?
Among other, graver things, I will remember the summer of 2018 as the summer during which we tried to stop using plastic straws.
From the water, our first view of the town is a magenta haze on the northern shore.
Toward a Useful Ignorance
I remember shutting my eyes to hear the soft wind sigh in the fine fringe of wire-thin needles, gathered five to a bunch, soughing high…
Conservation’s Radical Center
What the hell am I doing here? It must have been 120 degrees—hotter, actually, since heat was also blasting upward from the volcanic rock all…
Stretching the Veil
The 1850 Census was the first to ask U.S. residents about their place of birth, which made it possible to calculate the foreign-born percentage of…