I have reached the age where regret no longer arrives in loud, cinematic moments. It shows up quietly. In the pause before sending a text that never gets written. In the memory of a conversation I rushed through because I… Continue Reading →
As defined early within Gus Van Sant’s new film, a “dead man’s wire” — the modern term originally derived from “dead man’s line” — is a simple device, much like a harness, that’s wrapped around a loaded gun and its… Continue Reading →
