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There is a principle in forensic training that every investigator learns before almost anything else. The crime scene is the first laboratory. Whatever truth exists about what happened is written into the ground, the objects, the body, in the minutes and hours after the event, and it degrades a little more with every hour that… Read more: The First Laboratory

I live in New York, a city where everybody is moving forward, always building, always adding another floor to the skyline. And somewhere in the middle of all that motion, a thought stopped me. Every building I pass, the offices, the towers, the apartment blocks, they are all the same shape. Square. Rectangular. Flat. One… Read more: The Shape We Stopped Questioning