Essays
The plain offers almost nothing to measure yourself against. Distance feels unstable there. Sound moves strangely. The Atlantic can be heard long before it is seen. Without markers, the landscape begins to flatten judgment itself. — The absence of reference begins quietly. There are no edges to hold onto. No fixed
Field Notes
The wind moved across the plain without resistance. The surface gave no indication of distance, only repetition. Sound carried farther than expected.
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