I love the names of things, the words we form to identify the world: butterfly, flower, old-growth forest. Scissors, eggplant, emoji. (Not eggplant emoji.)
I’d like to be a namer of things—paint colors, fonts, weed strains. Sometimes I scroll through the font choices on Word and find names like Book Antiqua, which makes me think of libraries lost to the …
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