5 March 2026 Seems to me, the magic of glass blocks is in their blur.  In their frosty swirling of the present, they misshape and miscue.  In a way, they mislead us. It’s almost sleight-of-hand, the way they make us feel the presence of something almost there — something both ever-present and ever-fleeting. Like certain … Continue reading Through Glass Blocks, Dimly →