Photo by NaturesCharm There are moments in New York when time briefly loosens its grip. When the noise withdraws, the steel hardens into something contemplative, and the city’s endless forward motion pauses. For a minute, I can hear my own thoughts. I most reliably experience this introspection in museums and during performances, when I am suspended in beauty. It can also … [Read more...] about The Quiet Mirror: On Weed, Introspection, and an Evening at Hudson Yards


