Tadpoles as the Scale of What Makes Us Weightless (Pt. 1) (also, I’ll publish an image once I’m sober enough to figure out how these buttons work)

Sitting at the edge of the water I can see the tails of the tadpoles kicking up minute storms of silt that twist and swirl, almost imperceptibly in the shallows ringed by weeds, algae, trash, and the decaying shells of Baghdad’s stray dogs. Once when on a patrol in the Ghazaliyah neighborhood of Baghdad I … More Tadpoles as the Scale of What Makes Us Weightless (Pt. 1) (also, I’ll publish an image once I’m sober enough to figure out how these buttons work)

Heads

A pile of six heads, neatly stacked, greeted us when we stepped down from the ramp.  Each was easily recognizable as having once belonged atop the shoulders of a living, breathing human being, and yet each was also almost as unremarkable as the next.  In death, they had lost everything that had made them so … More Heads

The Solution

*This one is sans photographs. There just wasn’t an image in my arsenal that fit well enough to include. Memory is entirely unreliable, I know that. It is malleable and moldable and completely subject to the influence of third-party stimuli. Parts of memory are certainly rooted in the unquestionably accurate recording of sensory input, the … More The Solution