Foucault and the Learned Body
It begins with the heft of a thing in the hand, a weight rising like a question shaped in the palm. The first encounter with a tool that means business—a plane or a chisel—draws the room to attention. The body,…
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The Reapers Are the Angels: What If?
“You walk and you walk and you carry what you can and you leave the rest behind.” It stays with you, that line, doesn’t it? Like the feel of a worn stone in your pocket, or the ache in your…...
Rituals of the Unseen
There are mornings when the world feels like a screen that forgot to sleep—flickering, expectant, always asking. In such light, where every silence must be earned and every stillness risks interruption, the soul reaches for older shapes. Not solutions. Not…...