Maybe AI is an “if this, then that” experiment of epic scale.

I believe God lives in the pine needles, the palm trees, the wild mushrooms between the rocks.

On tonight’s neighborhood stroll, I decided I like tree lights that are dense in a wonderland of twinkle. 

I finally got the tree up; always an ordeal.

I binged the Taylor Swift documentary, which somehow felt both deeply productive and like a warm emotional blanket.

I’ve always believed that decentralizing food feels like reclaiming mental space.

After sunset in winter, the forest preserves belong to coyotes. 

Dashes typed without special keystrokes rank among my top five typographic pet peeves.

You don’t really chew mashed potatoes, but it’s not like you drink them either.

As a kid, Army commercials captivated me and made me wonder what if.