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)