on the neighborhood watchers of Nextdoor
the renewed relevance of 'eyes on the street' as the pandemic ebbs
Striking a lighter may be the most intimate contact of my day.
I spend a lot of time thinking about cute animals, a way to cope with the nullity of contemporary existence.
Distracted by work last week, I let the dog out by himself and then felt a tug of panic.
Notes on ultra-humans, by a mere human.
You know what they say about good fences.