It turns out language isn't set. It's not some solid thing that exists in your head fully formed. It changes, morphs, and flows over time. This is all the more true in a foreign context where a different language can climb right in and make itself at home without you even noticing. Next thing you… Continue reading Italish
The beginning was so much lighter... When I recorded this, I was only three weeks in. Now I've lost track of the weeks. At this point it's been over two months, but that hardly seems important given what's happening in the outside world. My world has become my room and my mind seems to have… Continue reading La Quarantina
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