The High Country News is a beautiful magazine. They kindly published an essay I wrote, which is about garbage. You can read it here.
The scaled and finned and furry are the ones who know. Meaning: I don't know them, utterly do not. I can't fathom their way of knowing. They seem totally uncurious about my way of knowing, so, like a good human, I presume their way is superior. This opinion's pretty popular with some folks I get... Continue Reading →