"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Author: shelidon

Introduction: Stories We Tell About Data Before we ever store, query, or analyze it, we tell stories about data. Not with words, necessarily, but with structures. With paths, branches, and webs. With ontologies and classification systems. With expeditions and search parties. Data — raw, abstract, and infinitely...

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently. These...

Letters in Exile: Rumi’s Longing for Shams al-Din Tabrizi “Since Shams appeared,my heart has been a hundred thousand burning lamps.The world is a candle, and I am the wick:I am consumed in the flame of love.”-- Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi, 13th century, Persia Among the most exalted voices...