My first Christmas as a mother, my son was only two months old. I remember three things distinctly. First, I had a small existential crisis after buying my son gifts, wrapping them, then unwrapping them for him (which was, in hindsight, absurd). Second, I cared about nothing other than taking a nap. Third, I noticed […]
We, the Poets, Are Teachers of Men What was the purpose of ancient theater? When architects carefully crafted a space for impeccable acoustics, optimal viewing angles, and exquisite beauty, they labored in the service of what? When actors crammed lines and rehearsed for hours, when costumes were sewn and fitted– what was it all
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