"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."
Today’s story on the Patreon is another Japanese ghost tale: the heartbreaking story of a cherry tree that blooms under the snow.
Today’s story costs a coffee (and it will give you access to all stories throughout the month), but some of them will be free-to-read, so keep an eye out.
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XV: The Lord of Vauparfond Thibault, on arriving at the Dauphin d’Or, ordered himself as fine a dinner as he could think of. It would have been quite easy for him to have engaged a private room, but
Yes, the fault might be our current project on PowerBI, but this month I’ve been reasoning a lot around our Illuministic obsession over measurements and how that affects our approach to business intelligence in the era of Big Data. On top of this, I’ve been
Singing for the Goddess: the Queer Voices of Inanna’s Gala Priests Long before modern notions of gender came into form, the streets of ancient Sumer — in what is now southern Iraq — roamed with people whose identities didn’t feel the need to toe the
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XV: The Lord of Vauparfond Thibault, on arriving at the Dauphin d’Or, ordered himself as fine a dinner as he could think of. It would have been quite easy for him to have engaged a private room, but
Yes, the fault might be our current project on PowerBI, but this month I’ve been reasoning a lot around our Illuministic obsession over measurements and how that affects our approach to business intelligence in the era of Big Data. On top of this, I’ve been
Singing for the Goddess: the Queer Voices of Inanna’s Gala Priests Long before modern notions of gender came into form, the streets of ancient Sumer — in what is now southern Iraq — roamed with people whose identities didn’t feel the need to toe the
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