Magazine section
4 essays examining this part of cryonics history, practice, evidence, or possible futures.
I look out the window and watch a tree bend in the wind. The branches don’t remember the wind, not exactly. They respond, they flex, they yield, and then they settle. The tree seems steady, even when the air…
I keep thinking about a line that comes to me in quiet moments: a copy is not the thing itself, not in the way a map is not the land. The map can resemble the land, can show every road and river, but it is a…
I have spent years watching the edges of my thoughts blur and sharpen, as if a fog lifts only to reveal a new fog waiting beyond. The questions come slow at first, then faster. What makes a person a person? Is…
I am thinking about memory the way a door is made to fit a frame. It looks whole from the outside, but the hinges are a little loose, and the frame has marks where the wall settled. My mind keeps returning to…