One After the Truth
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I was sitting at a café when I got to talking with a woman who happened to sit across from me. I […]
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by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I was sitting at a café when I got to talking with a woman who happened to sit across from me. I […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I had a dream that I was assaulted by three men. One of them granted that “I had had enough”. I didn’t […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Between 1870 and the turn of the 20th century, two books were written that despite their distance of creation (the Atlantic separated […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog People no doubt stomach the frustration of touristic spots, especially historic ones, because the place is worth seeing; you can even get […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I have nothing against contemplating and making changes to your life when quietude and time afford it, but as any contemplater knows, […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog The Late Renaissance composer enjoyed a rebirth of interest in the early twentieth century, some three hundred years after his death, with […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog There can be a stifling freedom around a blank page, and that is all a journal is; a collection of blank pages. […]
By Fraser Hibbitt There is something lovable in the cursory brain. I had read Virginia Woolf describing the poet, Coleridge, as ravenously talking for hours on end about anything his […]