Tag: the intersection of language and reality

  • That which is stolen is never lost

    That which is stolen is never lost

    In the past three days I’ve driven across a great deal of the country, including some enormous states like Arizona, Colorado, and Nebraska (plus, oh hey, Iowa and Wisconsin). I’ve seen lightning strikes that last for three full seconds, cows running merrily down the hill, some impressive large-scale graffiti (in a town I don’t recall…