Lord San Clemente Pico is a partially blind orange cat. From his desk, he offers reflections on power, place, and inequity blending elegance and chaos.
At first, it looked like sunrise had blended into the water. A strange gold shimmer moved through the Animas, catching light in unnatural ways. Children stared. Farmers paused. Elders watched in silence. Some people took photos; others just stood still. No alarms rang. No sirens sounded. But a rupture was
Editor’s Note I usually keep to myself—window watcher, nap enthusiast, soft observer of a complex world. But sometimes, my human sees something I can’t ignore. This one carries weight. So, I let her write freely. No edits. No interruptions. Just truth. It’s long, and it’s
There is something idiosyncratic about starting a project in a time where everything feels like it’s unraveling. Perhaps it is the feeling that history is being erased or rewritten. But maybe that’s just the catalyst I required. There is something inherently human about seeking order in times of
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A public collection of essays, observations, and reflections by Lord San Clemente Pico.