This humble little bulletin board is a patchwork account of the things we make—the process of culture. Cultura, from Colere, meaning to inhabit, protect, honor with worship; it’s about the tending of something. We make art in all its forms. Our myriad metaphors: these things I love.
But we also make war. We make death. Then a writer like Luke Mogelson comes along, sees what we’ve made, and writes a piece like this:
“At Emergency’s hospital in Kabul, it’s not unusual to find Afghan national security forces recovering in the same ward as Taliban insurgents, and after a while, the ideas that make enemies of the two men lose their relevance; the daily spectacle of their impact on human bodies invalidates them.”