I spent most of my life imagining utopia as someplace else. A Galt’s Gulch. A Shangri-La. Fifty-five wilderness acres in the Appalachians I named Kalien, where wounded creatives and I could finally exhale. A cottage on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.  But my endless search surprised me. The place was never out…

Non Omnis Moriar We have been doing it for as long as we have been burying our own. The pretending varies by culture, by century, by temperament: séances and vampires and cryonic vats and AI ghost-apps and the religious doctrine of resurrection. But the verb is constant. We refuse to let our dead be dead.…