The term and label of “human” is used to discern what receives moral consideration and what can be seen as simply a resource.
Every day, we walk through the streets of New York. We are all caught up with our own lives and do not take the time to really look at what is going on around us.
In all my years of writing, this is what I’ve been told about short stories: They are about one thing, they are less complex than novels, and they are more of a precursor than a respected medium.
MoMA's recent expansion served as an apt occasion to evaluate how the collection reflects strides in public knowledge of disability culture.
I've always fixated on sounds, isolating them, meditating to the gurgling rush of the heater, the wetness of feet unsticking from the floor, the mingling of exhales . . .
Just outside of Grey’s Papaya, there was an odd, frozen cluster of people. Neither my babysitter nor I could see through or over the group from afar, so we kept on walking toward it. Valerie squeezed my little hand.
"Bolero reminds me of something—not something I have forgotten but rather something I have never thought." Why knowing nothing about a work of art can aid appreciation.