Thinking about things we could buy with the time we have traded for cash as after all the work we put in, again and again, it’s easy to lose sight of the point.
There is a man who spits in my neighbourhood. You would have implied this from the title, but perhaps not the location. Nevertheless, he walks and he spits. I had never noticed this Man Who Spits until he was pointed out to me. “Like clockwork,” I was told, “He comes by at 8:00 AM every…
Strapped to the front of a combusting cylinder, Nichole Ayers graduates to space. But from way down here it may appear like there’s fear all over my face.