Like most organisms, my sense of sight was one of the first tools I used to understand the world I’d been born into; the earliest toys I can remember were primarily focused on shapes and their colors. Shapes helped connect the senses of sight and touch, … Continue reading Pokemétal – A Love Story (Part 3)
It wasn’t long before I was a genuine insect addict. The unease of the woods had left me, replaced by a fascination with their great variety (I was, and always will be, partial to beetles). Armed with our “bug houses,” wooden boxes with screened-over windows, … Continue reading Pokémetal – A Love Story (Part 2)
The City of Rust 