In House

"In House" is a weekly column featuring trawlings and reflections from our editors.

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August 30, 2016

Of course, we knew no one on the island. The last ferry had gone.

Brussels, Belgium

July 25, 2016

I’m at an arts center in Brussels, waiting to see a movie and trying to look Belgian. Or at least not American. Or at least not like an American who’s here without purpose, floating through this city for a few days because, for the first time in many years, she happens to be in Europe.

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June 11, 2016

We were displacing everything. All the pieces of life she’d brought with her, the markers of accomplishments, memories, incidental moments gathered along the way.

Photo by Julia Lichtblau

May 17, 2016

Parker’s piece made me think not of abstractions like transitional objects, but of the time that old buildings represent in personal histories.

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May 7, 2016

We have been told by the trampoline park’s welcome email to expect “a WOW! experience” as well as the possibility of death, a known risk for which we cannot sue.

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February 27, 2016

The experience of weather itself often feels cinematic. Weather simply descends, fixes us in a particular time and place, and moves on.

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February 13, 2016

The world became monochrome, a blue filter placed across everything, and we watched a group of tiny birds stand on the packed sand just out of reach of the waves.

Photo by Vic Rawlings

January 16, 2016

Vic had been making periodic trips to learn from Lee Sexton, a vital link to the iconic sound of old-time Eastern Kentucky banjo playing, with a sound all his own.

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January 2, 2016

She rolls through the neighborhoods and points out a jail museum that once housed the noose used to kill the last man executed in the state of Illinois.

December 19, 2015

One of our neighbors was a white man named Will. He was about 30 and lived with two women: his current wife and his ex-wife.

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