The Time Traveling Book Detective

In a small strip mall off of Indian School Road, in central Phoenix, there is a bookstore. A man in glasses guards the register, which is actually a vintage wooden desk. Beyond his post, there lies nothing but shelves and … Read the rest


The Importance of Stuff

For the better part of the last 6 years, I’ve owned very little. I’ve moved a few times, and realized fairly quickly that I didn’t need, or even want, a lot of the things I owned up to that point. … Read the rest